Chen Fan was prepared to watch what would happen next without getting himself involved, but the men dragged him into it.
"Hey, boy over there!"
The young man in the black suit winked at Chen Fan. When Chen Fan looked at him, he said in a low voice, "Does the young lady in front of you wear a size C cup? If yes, silently spin your chopsticks twice. If no, scratch your nose."
The way the tables were set up, if they didn't deliberately turn around, they couldn't see the western woman's face.
Chen Fan was quite impressed with the men. Although they were talking rubbish, their expression was so serious that they could have been discussing the stock market.
Chen Fan wanted to spin his chopsticks, but he felt the woman's fierce glare. She had apparently reached her limit, as her pretty face flushed red with embarrassment. Her blue eyes stared at the chopsticks in Chen Fan's hand.
To spin, or not to spin. Chen Fan was in a tight spot.
If he spun, his impeccable character would be ruined.
If he didn't spin, he would have to answer to the two men.
"Hey boy, is it yes or no? Do you even know what a size C cup means?" As the young man spoke, he pretended to hold up his chopsticks unintentionally. "Look at this chopstick. If her bust is as long as this chopstick, then it's a C cup!"
He could still feel the intense glare from the woman in front of him, so Chen Fan continued to hesitate and ponder for a long time.
Chen Fan made up his mind and clenched his teeth. After putting down his chopsticks, he turned his head around and said in a loud voice, "Hey, handsome men over there, let me tell you some unfortunate news. This woman can actually understand Mandarin! Even more unfortunate, she heard every word you said!"
This was Chen Fan's best option. Although her beauty was very tempting, he was not willing to answer for her. Also, this was not his fault. He might as well just say something so that they could settle it between themselves and he could just stand by.
When Chen Fan finished his sentence, the men and the woman felt like they had been struck by lightning on a sunny day.
The woman stared at him in disbelief and kept repeating, "You…you…you..." but could not say anything else.
"Damn!"
"Shit!"
The two men were furious. After spitting out vulgar words, they stared at Chen Fan like they were about to eat him alive.
A weak introvert would not be able to bear a death stare from three people. But Chen Fan could not be harmed by psychological attacks. Only physical attacks could hurt him.
"Judging from your faces, I'm in deep trouble!" Chen Fan tried to break the ice with playful laughter. They were too angry and embarrassed to speak, so they kept their eyes locked on the Chen Fan, the trouble maker. The atmosphere was tense.
The western woman's eyes turned red with anger.
"You bastard!" The young woman shouted in a clear local Chinese accent, as if suddenly possessed by a master linguist. Since the sentence was so short, Chen Fan didn't realize that the lady spoke a local dialect so fluently.
"Well..." Feeling a little embarrassed, Chen Fan scratched his head and said, "I see I am in trouble."
The two successful, egotistical men were being humiliated publicly and they were very embarrassed. Chen Fan made the situation worse, as he was still laughing. The younger looking man could not bear it any longer and his face darkened. Of course, he could not release his anger on the attractive western woman, so he took aim at Chen Fan.
"Damn!" The younger looking man flushed red with anger. He grabbed an empty dish on the table and threw it towards Chen Fan.
Chen Fan thought that with a beautiful lady standing beside them, both of the men would be very sensible and would try to suppress their aggression. He did not expect a sudden attack.
Bang! The glistening plate hit Chen Fan's shoulder hard and shattered. Judging from the angle, it looked like the younger looking man had actually aimed for Chen Fan's head, but missed.
"Ah!" Chen Fan was too stunned to react, but the young western lady jumped out of her seat like a frightened white rabbit. The loud bang attracted the attention of everybody else in the cafe. They all stopped eating when they realized there was a fight. They put down their chopsticks and gathered around to watch the show.
"I will f**king kill you!" Suddenly, like a lion who had lost its mate, Chen Fan snapped and jumped up from his position, his eyes red with anger. He lunged forward and kicked at the young man's gut.
The young man watched Chen Fan rush towards him, and tried to get off his chair so that he could dodge the attack, but was too late
Dong! The young man fell to the ground with his chair.
The kick was not enough to relieve Chen Fan of his anger. He never would have imagined that he would be involved in something bad like this. All he wanted was to have a good breakfast.
Chen Fan's face darkened. He grabbed a dish full of soup dumplings and dumped it right on top of the young man.
The hot soup splattered instantly on the young man's face. The next second, he was rolling on the floor and covering his face with both hands.
"Ouch! The pain is killing me! It hurts…"
In that moment, the room froze. Everybody was completely shocked by Chen Fan's violent and outrageous act.
The pretty western lady was looking at Chen Fan with a malevolent expression. She'd originally wanted to know how he would handle this situation. She hadn't expected him to suddenly act so violently. It was as though he were a different person!
As soon as the soup was poured over the young man's head, Chen Fan took two steps back and turned around to stare at the startled middle-aged man. He was still sitting in his seat, but Chen Fan wanted to make sure he couldn't plan any sneak attacks. It was easy to surprise one man with a kick, but Chen Fan knew he didn't have the skills to fight against two.
Would the middle age man dare to move forward? A fight, especially with a raging young man in his twenties, could be deadly. If worse came to worst, the fight would not be over until one of them was badly injured.
Seeing that Chen Fan had no intention of hitting him again, the young man moved quickly away from his chair, squatted on the floor, and began wiping the soup off his face.
It was time for Chen Fan to steal the spotlight again.
With a snap of his fingers, Chen Fan called to the waitress in the blue cheongsam, who was standing to the side. He took out a bundle of 100 RMB and gave it to her without even counting it.
"This is the money for my breakfast and the damage. The remainder is your tip!"
"Get lost!"
Chen Fan wiggled the money in his hand like a wealthy man.