Spreading Gospel as the God of Bishoujo

Page Fourteen: Who is the Person You Shouldn’t Mess With in the City Village?

When we four sauntered up to the large food stall at the village entrance, it was just past five o’clock. Old Fēng was slicing and arranging ingredients on his simple countertop.

He didn’t greet us when we sat down; he merely glanced up and continued with his work.

Old Fēng was a lean man in his forties, taciturn by nature. Most of the time, he wouldn’t say more than a word after you paid him. I once suspected he might be mute. This kind of personality made doing business hard, but his appearance made it even harder.

Half of Old Fēng’s face was covered in dark brown scars, and his left eye was blind. Coupled with his silent demeanor while chopping vegetables, he looked like an actor from a horror movie.

These two factors directly affected the popularity of his food stall. Even during dinner time, there were only four of us eating here, which made running this business very challenging.

“Have you tried this stir-fried green pepper and pig stomach? Or do you prefer Orange liking fish?”

“Cats like fish, but I’m human now and want to try everything.”

Xiao Hǎitáng was ordering dishes with Orange using a rough A4 printed menu. Zhao Zhào went to Old Fēng to get drinks.

Writing the order yourself, delivering it to Old Fēng, and fetching drinks yourself—eating at this stall meant you had to play the role of a server as well.

With nothing to do, I propped my head up and watched Orange write the order. Her handwriting was impressive, even her knowledge of writing seemed well-taught.

After a while, I couldn’t help but praise her, “Orange, your handwriting is quite good!”

Orange wrote each character on the menu carefully, though somewhat clumsily. Xiao Hǎitáng pointed out and corrected any mistakes immediately. Though not particularly elegant, her writing was neat and orderly, despite having transformed from a cat to a human just a day ago.

“No, it’s all thanks to Big Sister Hǎitáng teaching me well~”

“There’s no way, it’s clearly because of your natural talent, Orange. To learn this much in one night is not just about the teacher’s ability.”

Orange finished writing the order, and Xiao Hǎitáng took it to Old Fēng, who started cooking without exchanging a word.

Though Old Fēng preferred silence, he could easily hire part-time staff to help every evening. With better sales, paying a few extra salaries would be easy, yet he insisted on doing everything alone.

As regular customers, we felt sorry for his talent going to waste, especially since he was such a good cook but had so few customers.

Fortunately, Old Fēng himself served the dishes, bringing two plates at a time.

Due to limited equipment, his dishes were mainly fried or deep-fried, with at most a charcoal grill nearby. Since we were the only table, the service was quick.

Seven dishes were soon ready. Old Fēng used generous amounts of ingredients, and with two girls among us, seven dishes were actually more than enough.

Midway through the meal, Xiao Hǎitáng raised her plastic cup, “Then let’s welcome Orange as my family member!”

Although Xiao Hǎitáng’s words had a slight provocation, I wasn’t petty. I raised my cup to clink with hers. Unfortunately, the plastic cups only produced a dull sound.

“Even if she joins your family, Orange will still be my sister,” I said, rubbing Orange’s head. She didn’t move away, letting me touch her cat-like ears. Her eyes reddened, and she held up her plastic cup, clinking it with ours.

“Thank you guys! I feel really happy!”

Zhao Zhào should have said some blessings, but he seemed wary. He stared at Orange’s back, whispering to us, “Troublemakers are coming.”

I turned to look as instructed.

A few troublemakers, wielding iron bars and chains, swaggered over. They didn’t seem like they were there to eat. Even stoic Old Fēng frowned. It felt like a scene straight out of a textbook.

These troublemakers appeared to be under twenty, clearly not locals—city villages weren’t big, and kids around their age usually knew each other.

“Leave, we won’t charge you for this meal…” Old Fēng rarely spoke, but this time he advised us to leave. Despite his intimidating appearance, he had a kind heart.

Even if I wanted to leave, Xiao Hǎitáng wouldn’t. She inherited her father’s sense of justice and wouldn’t stand idly by.

Besides, these seven small fry weren’t worth mentioning compared to Xiao Hǎitáng.

“What are you talking about? We’re enjoying ourselves!” Xiao Hǎitáng smiled, seemingly viewing them as mere punching bags.

In my memory, these low-level thugs often extorted money from street vendors like Old Fēng. They believed reporting them would mean no more income for themselves. But not reporting them meant constant harassment until they paid up. The city village’s remote location made it worse for Old Fēng, who moved here to avoid城管 (urban management officers).

The leader of the group was a fat man with a mohawk, wearing dark glasses and an ill-fitting leather jacket studded with nails. If not for his weight, he might have looked like a death metal band singer. He swung a heavy chain menacingly, nearly hitting one of his own lackeys behind him.

His henchmen were similarly dressed, resembling characters from a post-apocalyptic film—MAD MAX or Fist of the North Star?

The chain smashed an empty plastic table, shattering it.

This fat man, shorter than Old Fēng, tilted his head to look down at him, saying, “Whether you’ve heard of us or not, my friends are part of the Thunder Tiger gang. From today, this street is under our control—how long have you been operating here? Shouldn’t you pay your business tax?”

Seeing us watching, he called out, “What are you looking at? Keep eating. We collect protection fees, but it’s none of your business.”

I almost laughed. Having seen movies like “Infernal Affairs” or “Black Society,” these thugs calling themselves a gang was laughable. Moreover, apart from the fat leader, the rest looked scrawny, even skinnier than me. How could they fight?

Old Fēng, though a street vendor, was clearly proud and unyielding. How could he bow to these thugs?

Sure enough, Old Fēng slammed his knife onto the cutting board and growled, “Get lost.”

The fat man’s face darkened. Realizing he was dealing with a tough opponent, he swung his chain again, shouting, “Then don’t think about opening this stall! Brothers, smash it!”

But before he finished his sentence, Xiao Hǎitáng kicked him in the side, sending him rolling like a ball, clutching his stomach and never getting up.

That was power.

If I were alone with these lowlifes, I might have been scared. But with Xiao Hǎitáng by my side, I could maintain my composure. Although relying on a younger girl was embarrassing, Xiao Hǎitáng’s combat skills were exceptional. She obtained a third-degree black belt in karate at a young age.

Compared to these thugs, she was like a super-powered vs. realistic mobile suit Gundam, worlds apart.

The lackeys, realizing the situation, didn’t run but swung their iron bars and chains at Xiao Hǎitáng.

“Oh, what uncouth fellows! How dare they hit a delicate girl?”

Xiao Hǎitáng, calling herself delicate, dodged their attacks gracefully and kicked them away effortlessly, as if kicking shuttlecocks.

Zhao Zhào stepped in to finish off anyone trying to get up, stomping them back to the ground.

Orange ate while cheering Xiao Hǎitáng on, shouting “666666” with her mouth full.

As for me… I was the commentator, wasn’t I? Without my perspective, how would you know what happened?

In less than a minute, all seven troublemakers lay on the ground, gazing up at Xiao Hǎitáng’s skirt.

By the way, Xiao Hǎitáng’s safety shorts were black, a symbol of decadence.

“Do you know who you shouldn’t mess with in this village?” I stepped forward, standing behind Xiao Hǎitáng, and declared, “It’s this wise and brave Xiao Hǎitáng, the Empress of the City Village, the undefeated legend of the Urban-Rural Fringe, the blood-stained third-degree black belt, the president of Bìyáng Girls’ School junior high, next year’s senior high president, the inheritor of the Rider Kick, the impregnable wall—Ahh~”

I yelped in pain as Xiao Hǎitáng stomped on my toe.