Chapter Twenty-One: A Death Has Occurred

“Hiss, you're truly ruthless!” Chu Bing pressed her hand to her chest. Her wounds hadn’t healed yet, and now new ones had been added to the old—a sensation both sharp and sour.

“Host, all actions taken by the system are for your benefit, to help you complete your tasks and ensure you don’t die.”

Chu Bing grimaced. “All right, all right, I get it. I’ll do my utmost to train Li Haoran into a master of martial arts!”

The system finally quieted down, pretending once more to be nonexistent.

Chu Bing sighed, casting a lingering glance back at her room. She had wanted to go back and rest, but the pain in her chest reminded her otherwise. Turning away, she headed out of the courtyard.

She decided to wander the streets, hoping for a stroke of luck—perhaps she’d stumble across a red envelope!

Chu Bing had always thought that, with the system’s help, her martial arts were top-tier. But after what she’d just experienced, she suddenly felt her skills were still lacking. She needed to find another red envelope—who knew, maybe it would contain a secret martial arts manual!

Chu Wenyan was in the main hall, greeting guests. When he saw Chu Bing approaching, he hurried over. “Sister, why are you out?”

“I’m just taking a stroll. Don’t mind me.” Chu Bing patted his shoulder. This younger brother was quite useful; with him around, she didn’t have to worry about most matters in the restaurant.

Chu Wenyan shook his head. “That won’t do. You’re still injured—I can’t let you go out alone!”

He pulled off his towel, tossed it to a passing server, and grinned at Chu Bing. “Come on, I’ll go with you.”

Unable to refuse, Chu Bing was led outside by Chu Wenyan. They hadn’t even left the main hall when suddenly, a loud crash sounded.

Bang!

“Someone’s dead from eating here!”

What? Someone died from eating?

Chu Bing spun around, staring in the direction of the noise.

A burly fellow with a fierce face had overturned an entire table of food. Around him stood four or five equally intimidating men. At their feet lay a frail-looking man, a red stain at his lips resembling blood.

Was this... a scam?

It was no wonder Chu Bing thought so. Her restaurant’s dishes were perfectly safe; there were certainly no poisons. How could someone die from eating here?

“What kind of lousy establishment is this? My brother just took one bite and collapsed!”

“Where’s the owner? Come out and give us an explanation!”

Chu Wenyan, quick-tempered as ever, immediately rolled up his sleeves, ready to charge at the troublemakers.

“Dare to stir up trouble in our place? Let’s teach them a lesson—they really think they can push us around!”

“Wait!” Chu Bing stopped him. “Don’t be reckless. Let’s go take a look first!”

These men were clearly here to cause trouble. She needed evidence; otherwise, if things escalated, all their customers would flee in fear!

“My poor brother, elderly parents above and young children below—gone just like that, how are we supposed to go on…” The burly man shouted, voice hoarse. Some guests, unaware of the truth, turned pale and hastily set down their chopsticks.

Chu Bing saw this and strode over. “I’m the owner here. Gentlemen, what’s happened?”

“You’re the owner?” The burly man eyed Chu Bing with suspicion before sneering and pointing angrily at the man on the ground. “My brother ate your food and ended up dead! How do you plan to handle this?”

“How do you want it handled?” Was it money they wanted, or something else?

A glint flashed in the man’s eyes. He rubbed his fingers and held up a number. “We