Chapter 1 The Pigsty

Fang Senyan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the old, dirty building, a crane among chickens in the row of tile-roofed houses. He had been afraid that this landmark from his memories would have been demolished as well.

The Pigsty was a three-story building. The exterior walls weren't even tiled or plastered; they were simply covered with concrete. Of course, the cement was now loose and soft, crumbling with every gust of wind, revealing the mottled red bricks underneath. The faded white paint on the surface still vaguely showed the words "Long live the Cultural Revolution."

A crooked signboard hung on its dilapidated door, half of it rotten away. The only recognizable characters were: juan, gan... the rest had been weathered away by the sun and rain.

The outside of the Pigsty was as lively as ever. Here, you could see a BMW 730 parked next to a broken-down Phoenix bicycle, polished leather shoes and dirty fishmonger's boots harmoniously resting on the same stool. Every so often, a group of people would emerge, talking and laughing loudly, their faces flushed and steaming, and several people with their hands tucked into their sleeves would rush in.

Fang Senyan waited in line for less than five minutes. He felt like someone was watching him, but when he turned around, he didn't see anyone. When he stepped inside, he saw that the entire room was filled with people holding bowls, heads buried, slurping loudly. A strong aroma of scallions and ginger filled the hall.

The ground felt soft and springy underfoot, giving you the illusion of walking on a football field. In reality, it was because of the layer of discarded tissues, bones, and broken disposable chopsticks scattered everywhere. It seemed that the owner was too busy with the booming business to clean the place.

"What do you want?" A woman's impatient voice snapped. Fang Senyan looked up and saw the familiar face of the proprietress. She was a thin woman with mostly gray, thin hair, stubbornly pursed lips, and dressed in simple clothes. She wore a clean apron, and her sleeves and pants were slightly rolled up, giving off an impression of shrewdness, competence, and efficiency.

"Uh, I want to order," Fang Senyan said, scratching his head.

"Wait here." The proprietress spoke like a machine gun, firing off a volley of words. She had already turned to another person: "What do you want?"

After waiting for about half an hour, Fang Senyan finally earned the right to go upstairs. He sat down at a table covered in leftovers, and waited another ten minutes before someone came to clean it haphazardly and leave. Fang Senyan could even see a few clumps of solidified white grease being smeared into a Lning logo by the rag. It was truly ridiculous.

Next, no one came to ask Fang Senyan what he wanted to eat. A waiter carried a steaming pot, with a small, handy kerosene stove burning merrily with a blue flame underneath. The soup in the pot emitted bursts of white mist and a "glug, glug" sound, along with a very tempting aroma.

Fang Senyan picked up a small bowl and ladled half a bowl of soup. He saw snow-white scallion segments floating in the dark red pig blood, with droplets of oil on the clear broth. A strong aroma of scallions and ginger wafted up, seemingly dispelling all the coldness.

Fang Senyan took a sip and immediately felt a piece of pig blood slide into his mouth. He bit down gently, feeling the smooth, tender blood rebound slightly before breaking into many pieces, freely returning more of the tender, slippery sensation to his tongue.

In just a minute, Fang Senyan had drunk the soup in the small pot, along with all the pig blood.

Then came another long wait... a doubly unbearable period for a hungry person... actually, it was only ten minutes or so. Two waiters struggled to carry two large wooden trays upstairs, filled with dishes. To Fang Senyan's astonishment, the others rushed up with the speed of Liu Xiang competing for a world championship, grabbing one or two plates of food and running away! Even the dozen or so small dishes of cold pickled vegetables were not spared.

Damn it, the waiters don't serve the food here. They just bring it up and let people grab it!

Fang Senyan finally understood that in the Pigsty, politeness only led to being taken advantage of and going hungry. So he knew what to do next time. The next time the dishes were brought up, Fang Senyan was very impolite. Relying on the powerful abilities granted to him by the Nightmare Space, Fang Senyan directly pushed the others aside and stole the tray from the waiter, preparing to leave.

At this moment, he saw an old man acting as a mantis stalking the cicada, trying to intercept him midway. Out of respect for the elderly, Fang Senyan took a more civilized approach with lightning speed... he spat into every dish. This forced the old man, as well as the others who wanted to rob him, to walk away helplessly.

Twenty minutes later, Fang Senyan fulfilled a five-year-long wish. He finally had a good meal in the Pigsty. As mentioned before, all the dishes in the Pigsty were related to pig blood. The four dishes that Fang Senyan grabbed were naturally the same: red and white tofu, made with three ingredients. The main ingredient was top-quality stone-ground tender tofu, mixed with pig spinal cord, pig brain, and pig blood. All three ingredients were extremely tender and melted in the mouth.

In addition, there was a cold dish of blood sausage, which was made by stuffing pig blood into pig small intestines, then adding seasonings, boiling it, and slicing it. The taste was a bit like a Cornetto ice cream, if you ignored the sweetness and coldness. When you bit into it, the outer layer was crispy and chewy, while the pig blood inside was tender, smooth, sweet, and melted in the mouth.

There was also a bowl of mào zhū hóng (pig blood boiled in water), in which the pig blood was quickly blanched in boiling water, with bean sprouts, tender white scallion segments, kohlrabi, chili oil, huo guo fen (hotpot starch noodles), and wide noodles lying at the bottom of the bowl. Just looking at the layer of red oil floating on the surface would involuntarily bring a hot, spicy sensation to the tongue. People who could handle spice would definitely love it.

Fang Senyan ate these dishes with three large bowls of white rice, comfortably exhaled, patted his belly, and called the owner to pay the bill. He finally discovered that the dishes were shockingly cheap, three dishes, one soup, and three bowls of rice for less than twenty yuan. The cost-effectiveness was even better than a Volkswagen Tiguan or an Audi Q5, no wonder it was so popular.

After Fang Senyan finished eating, he paid the money and strode out the door. The cold wind and rain forced out the warmth of the food he had just eaten, making him feel very comfortable. Fang Senyan had only taken a few steps when he suddenly stopped. He suddenly noticed a large group of people rushing towards him. The Fire Boy and Noodles Four, whom he had let go earlier, were among them. However, Fire Boy's face was filled with fear, while Noodles Four's eyes were flashing with malice. As soon as he saw Fang Senyan, he immediately pointed and shouted!

"It's him!! Fei Ji's goods are on him!"

Fang Senyan suddenly realized that Fangchenggang was Hua Shanfei's lair. The series of bloody incidents he had caused had probably been classified as internal gang killings, but the impact must have been extremely bad, so it had attracted the attention of the authorities, who had demolished Sizhen Bridge.

However, Hua Shanfei's vitality had not been damaged at all. His lair was originally in Fangchenggang, and his identity had actually changed from a previous (drug) wholesaler to a wholesaler and retailer.

Fang Senyan frequented Fangchenggang, and there were quite a few people who recognized him. Moreover, this was Hua Shanfei's lair, so the possibility of being recognized was high.

More importantly, Fang Senyan had almost forgotten that he still had a batch of Hua Shanfei's goods in his hands. To a Contractor like Fang Senyan, who possessed great power, he could not care about the money, but for Hua Shanfei, who had a large family and high expenses, it was a large sum of money.

Fang Senyan had been riding a motorcycle ostentatiously and eating in this busy market, so he had probably been targeted then. However, gangsters and drug dealers couldn't possibly be as responsive as the police, and it always took time to call people, so it took a while to find such a large group of people.

Fang Senyan was now battle-hardened and had probably killed more people than all the guys in front of him combined. He was no longer the newbie who had just entered the Space. Seeing this situation, he immediately turned around and ran. Fang Senyan was also very clear that if it wasn't absolutely necessary, it was best not to do anything crazy like taking on a thousand men on the street. It would be unwise to attract the attention of the government.

Obviously, for Hua Shanfei's thugs, although they had heard about Fang Senyan's craziness from Noodles Four and Fire Boy, seeing was believing. To them, Fang Senyan running was a normal reaction; not running would be abnormal! So they were extremely excited and thought of the reward offered by Fei Ge, and they chased after him with all their might.

At Fang Senyan's current speed, it wouldn't be too difficult to shake them off. However, Fang Senyan had no intention of shaking them off at all. Instead, he ran easily while slowly dangling these idiots. Although Fangchenggang was quite prosperous, it was still divided into new and old districts. After Fang Senyan ran for a kilometer or two, he turned into a dead alley where even the streetlights were old and yellow. Then he turned around, lowered his head slightly, and allowed the thugs to rush towards him like a tide. (To be continued. !.)