Chen Cheng walked into the restaurant and, guided by a waiter, quickly found the table where Ye Zhenzhen and Zhao Rui were sitting.

Chen Cheng turned his head to look around; sure enough, there were a few ruffian-looking young men sitting nearby.

The most eye-catching one was a man dressed all in black, wearing his baseball cap backward.

Upon seeing Chen Cheng, Ye Zhenzhen waved. The Little Girl, who was sitting opposite her, turned around when she saw Ye Zhenzhen wave.

Chen Cheng walked over, sat down next to the Little Girl, and looked at Zhao Rui with a smile, "Rui Rui, you were scared, weren't you?"

As soon as Chen Cheng spoke, the Little Girl couldn't hold it in anymore; she threw herself into Chen Cheng's arms, tears streaming down her face.

While patting the Little Girl's back to comfort her, Chen Cheng rolled his eyes at Ye Zhenzhen, "Rui Rui was scared, yet you still made her sit with her back to those guys?"

"Uh..." Ye Zhenzhen was at a loss for words. She had only thought about preventing Zhao Rui from making eye contact with those ruffians, forgetting that not being able to see them was actually scarier.

Seeing this Little Girl actually clinging to the man she liked, she immediately became huffy and kicked Chen Cheng.

Chen Cheng made a pouting, sniffing expression with his mouth, acting fierce toward Ye Zhenzhen.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph~" Ye Zhenzhen was immediately amused by his bizarre expression.

"Alright, Rui Rui, Brother is here now, isn't he? Don't cry anymore." Chen Cheng pulled out a tissue and wiped the Little Girl's face.

After crying for a long while, Zhao Rui had released her emotions and wasn't as nervous anymore. She nodded, "Mm-hmm."

"Have you ordered yet?" Chen Cheng asked Ye Zhenzhen.

"We ordered, but when you said you were coming, Rui Rui said to wait for you to eat together, so we didn't have them serve the food yet." Saying this, Ye Zhenzhen gave the Little Girl an annoyed look.

"Hehe~" The Little Girl giggled foolishly.

"Go ahead and have them serve the food," he said, then turned to Zhao Rui: "You go sit with Sister Zhenzhen; I'm going to vent your frustration for you."

As he spoke, Chen Cheng stood up and gave up his seat. Fearing he would escalate things, Ye Zhenzhen immediately reminded him, "Take it easy, we're in the country."

She knew exactly what kind of person he was—he held grudges like no other.

When a guy stole a package and got caught by him, he actually chased the guy for two blocks with a gun, emptying his magazine before he was satisfied, which made package thieves never dare to come to his neighborhood again.

Chen Cheng waved his hand. If you don't teach these street punks a lesson, they won't know who they're messing with.

Besides, he was curious what kind of street punks would do something so brainless. Normal people would dodge the 918 when they saw it, terrified of provoking the Grim Reaper.

"Brother Cheng, maybe... let's just forget it. You're just one person..." Zhao Rui's gaze drifted past Chen Cheng and landed on the seven or eight people staring aggressively from across the room. Her heart tightened, and her face filled with worry.

"Rui Rui, don't be afraid. Just sit there quietly. I'm not going to fight; what does it matter if there are many of them? I'm just going to reason with them. Just watch and don't worry."

Chen Cheng's expression was as gentle as a spring breeze, as if he were talking about a trivial, mundane matter.

Ye Zhenzhen's lips curled up. She knew perfectly well that those playboys across the room were in for big trouble today. Unless they paid a price, this matter wouldn't be resolved easily.

Chen Cheng glanced at the table of street punks opposite them.

As for their attire? Hmm, very trendy, very fashionable!

"Brother Bin, that guy is coming over," someone said, alerting the man who was busy eating.

The man eating looked up, but didn't pay much attention.

The person approaching had a pretty-boy face, especially with that inverted-triangle physique, looking very much like a fitness coach. He probably appealed to rich women and had the potential to be a gigolo.

But as he got closer, the man felt a sense of oppression. This pretty boy was damn tall; was he like 1.9 meters tall?

Chen Cheng strode to the side of the man in the hat, placed his hand on the man's shoulder like an iron clamp, and asked in a cold tone: "I heard you want to drive that car outside?"

Being looked down upon so arrogantly by Chen Cheng, the man felt his heart tighten. He opened his mouth, but words failed him. Before he could make a sound, his little brother beside him impatiently shouted out.

"Get your hands off!"

Chen Cheng turned his head to look at the person who spoke with a gentle expression. However, when the tall, thin man who had spoken met Chen Cheng's gaze, he felt as if he were being stared at by a wild beast. He was struck as if by lightning; his breath hitched, his throat went dry, and he couldn't speak.

Yao Bin only then snapped out of his daze, trying to reach up and brush off the large hand pressing on his shoulder.

Who would have thought that the other's hand would slide away like a loach, wrap around, and clamp onto his neck again, locking firmly onto the back of his neck like iron pliers, rendering him unable to move. His extended hand could only freeze in mid-air.

Chen Cheng added a bit more force to his hand.

Yao Bin immediately found it extremely difficult to even open his mouth to speak. Pain surged like a tide, almost making him burst into tears.

"I'm asking you a question," Chen Cheng said with a slight smile, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"Slap~"

Seeing his pained expression, Yao Bin's cronies were instantly furious, slamming the table and standing up.

"buddy, are you looking for trouble?"

Chen Cheng ignored their clamoring, though he did loosen his grip slightly, and Yao Bin immediately felt a sense of relief.

Used to roaming the streets, Yao Bin realized he had kicked an iron plate. This person's grip strength was terrifying; his neck had almost been snapped.

Furthermore, his hands were a bit rough with calluses—he was clearly someone who had trained.

Could this be the Bodyguard of those two young ladies?

Yao Bin thought to himself, for no apparent reason.

If even the Bodyguard is this handsome, what kind of background do these two young ladies have?

Yao Bin began to feel nervous.

The situation was unfavorable, so Yao Bin immediately stood up and apologized with a smile, "Sorry, buddy. I'm a car enthusiast, and when I saw such a legendary car, I just couldn't help myself, really couldn't help myself."

Chen Cheng was actually caught off guard by the apology. Weren't these street punks supposed to be fearless?

How could they apologize without even two words of resistance? That wasn't right.

However, Chen Cheng quickly realized the trick. It seemed this kid had made up his mind from the start.

If the other party couldn't be messed with, apologize immediately; if they could be messed with, then tough luck.

After realizing this, Chen Cheng's face grew colder. He sneered, "Couldn't help yourself? Didn't you see there were students in the car?"

"buddy, can you let go of Master Yao before we talk?" the tall, thin man said again.

As for the others, they were all shrewd people. They had known from the start that someone who could drive a 918 wouldn't be simple; they were just following Yao Bin's lead out of respect for him.

At this moment, they were all just standing there foolishly, none of them speaking up for Yao Bin.

Chen Cheng actually let go of Yao Bin and looked at the tall, thin man with a sneer, "This is the second time you've interrupted me."

"Who the hell are you? So what if I interrupted you? Do you believe I'll slap you in the face, damn it?" The tall, thin man was instantly displeased. When had he ever been lectured like this? He pointed at Chen Cheng's nose and cursed.

"Slap~"

Chen Cheng didn't say a word; he walked forward two steps and slapped the tall, thin man across the face.

"Motherf*cker~" The tall, thin man was a bit stunned from the hit, but his anger flared up in an instant, and he started cursing.

"Slap~"

Before he could turn his head back completely, another slap landed on the other side of the tall, thin man's face.

"There, that's better, now it's symmetrical," Chen Cheng said, looking at the two red palm prints on the other's face, his mouth curling into a smile as he nodded with satisfaction.

In the distance, the Little Girl covered her cheeks with her hands, feeling as if her own cheeks hurt. Watching cautiously, she whispered, "Sister Zhenzhen, is Brother Cheng going over there to reason with them?"