Chapter 2374: 2188: Teaching the Thugs a Lesson

This place is just like Chinatown. Besides supermarkets, hotels, and restaurants, there are herbal medicine shops, saunas, and all those "health clubs" Boss Zhou mentioned. And Ye Qiu saw a lot of Russians, mostly those young, blonde beauties.

"What are you looking at?" When she saw Ye Qiu’s gaze turn toward those young Russian beauties, Zhou Wenting immediately asked, displeased.

"You think I’d be into them?"

Ye Qiu definitely wasn’t.

Think about it—these kinds of places they go in and out of all day, you can tell what kind of people they are.

There’s no way he’d accept these "public buses."

Seeing that Ye Qiu really didn’t look twice, Zhou Wenting pulled him into a supermarket.

You could say Chinese supermarkets are all over the world.

Whether it’s a tiny island in the Pacific Ocean or those war-torn countries in Africa, as long as there are Chinese people, there’ll be this kind of supermarket.

One, it makes money; two, they have supply channels.

As long as you find a place where people spend, goods for these supermarkets will be shipped in from back home nonstop.

Same thing here.

This kind of supermarket might not be huge, but it’s got all kinds of daily necessities.

Plus sweaters, woolen pullovers, fur coats for winter—everything’s here.

Like those army coats they bought back home, maybe two to three hundred a piece, but here they’re three to four hundred, even five to six hundred each. The tags show prices in Ruble and also in Huaxia Yuan.

Anyway, here they take Ruble, Huaxia Yuan, and US Dollar, they even take Yen and Korean Won.

Sometimes exchange rates fluctuate a lot, but since the cost on this side is low, these clothes are guaranteed profit.

After wandering around the supermarket once, the two of them didn’t really buy anything. They came back outside to look around elsewhere, and suddenly saw a big crowd gathered not far away.

There were Chinese and Russians all watching.

Turned out a drunk Russian old man was being beaten up by some Russian punks covered in tattoos.

Over here, Russians—men, women, young, old—really love drinking, and it’s the high-proof Vodka type.

So they drink too much, then you get fights, people passing out drunk outside, freezing to death—everything happens.

Now a bunch of young Russian punks were beating that old man, and no one stepped up to stop them.

The Chinese were all just watching from a distance.

They definitely didn’t dare mess with these young Russian punks.

Zhou Wenting glanced over and felt they should just leave, so she tugged on Ye Qiu to go.

Ye Qiu knew those tattoo-covered young punks were probably local Mafia Organization members.

Compared to the Mafia Organization members from Sicily, the ones here in Russia were even more rampant and terrifying.

But Ye Qiu really wasn’t afraid of them.

"Hey, that’s enough." Ye Qiu snapped in Russian.

Those young punks were in the middle of a good beating and didn’t expect someone to dare step out and stop them. And from the looks of it, this young guy was Chinese.

"Fuck, who’s this yellow monkey?" Those young punks looked over at Ye Qiu.

Obviously, they usually extort quite a few Chinese bosses around here, and those people never dare say a word.

The surrounding Chinese hadn’t expected Ye Qiu to step in.

Of course, these past few days Ye Qiu had been treating patients infected by the plague here, and people knew about him.

Ye Qiu pushed Zhou Wenting to the side, and those young Russians came crowding over. Judging from their height, they were much taller than Ye Qiu, and way bulkier.

Plus, they were all carrying weapons, and very likely had guns hidden on them.

"Yellow monkey, get on your knees!"

The lead punk boss glared at Ye Qiu and said.

Kneel?

The moment he opened his mouth, he went flying.

They saw Ye Qiu make a move, but they didn’t see how he did it.

The other young punks around him were the same, all sent flying. When they hit the ground, they couldn’t get up for a long while.

Ye Qiu stepped on the punk boss’s head and said, "Even your boss wouldn’t dare talk to me like that. Trash like you, dying wouldn’t be a loss."

Of course Ye Qiu didn’t kill him.

After all, this was Russian turf. If he really killed someone, trouble would come fast. Right now he was just acting bravely to help, the police wouldn’t come after him for that.

"Get lost. Now."

Ye Qiu ground his heel into the guy’s palm as he spoke.

That young punk boss didn’t know if it was fear from the beating or something else, but he scrambled up in pain and pushed his way into the crowd.

All the Chinese around were stunned.

They’d been bullied by Russians here, and at most they just swallowed it or called the police.

But even with evidence, reporting it usually went nowhere.

They hadn’t expected Ye Qiu to actually teach those punks a lesson.

"Ye Qiu, I heard those guys are Mafia Organization members. If you’ve pissed them off, this might be trouble."

Zhou Wenting said.

"Do you think I’m scared?"

Zhou Wenting knew Ye Qiu definitely wasn’t.

As for that Russian old man lying on the ground in obvious pain, Ye Qiu didn’t go over.

He and Zhou Wenting walked past from the side, heading deeper into this district. When they saw a tea house, the two of them went in to have afternoon tea.

If those punks really wanted to cause trouble for him, it probably wouldn’t be that fast.

By a little past four in the afternoon, when Ye Qiu and Zhou Wenting got back to Boss Zhong’s place, Boss Zhong had already heard that Ye Qiu beat up a few punks.

If it were just ordinary small-time punks, Boss Zhong wouldn’t be worried, but now that he heard they were Mafia Organization members, things sounded more serious.

Originally he was thinking he should have Ye Qiu leave and go back to Huaxia first.

But there were still so many patients not yet cured. If Ye Qiu just left, those patients would end up dying, and the disease might continue to spread to others.

Before they identified the source of this virus outbreak, found the real virus and effective Western medicine, only Ye Qiu could cure these patients.

"Ye Qiu, you were a bit careless this time. Those Russian punks are really vicious, and they’ve got guns." Boss Zhong said anxiously.

After all, he was friends with Ye Weidong, and Ye Qiu had come at his request. If something happened to Ye Qiu here, what then?

"Boss Zhong, don’t worry. Those little punks aren’t even on my radar. Not only will they not cause me trouble, they’ll end up begging me instead."

Beg Ye Qiu?

Boss Zhong found that hard to believe.

But all the way until dinnertime, Boss Zhong didn’t see any Mafia Organization members show up, so he finally relaxed a bit.

Dinner was still seafood. Boss Zhong knew Ye Qiu liked seafood, so he had people prepare it.

After dinner, Ye Qiu and Zhou Wenting were getting ready to head back to where they were staying. According to Boss Zhong, in case those people came looking, it’d be better if the two of them changed places.