Standing amid the ruins, the noodle shop owner was so shocked that he was speechless. In just a few minutes, this unfamiliar man had nearly demolished his shop, not even giving him time to react.
Zhou Mingchen brushed off his hands, pocketed them, and turned to look at him, "If you're dissatisfied, you can call the police."
The noodle shop owner's mouth was still agape as he tried to regain his senses; finally realizing what had happened, he glared and cursed vehemently.
His curses were filthy and lacked imagination, mostly consisting of vulgar terms used by common folks, unpleasant to hear but hardly harmful, merely irrational ranting at best, and not heartfelt.
After he had finished, Zhou Mingchen shrugged, "Have you had enough? I told you before, I won't let you have a good day as long as your shop is open. I'll come and smash it every day. I have plenty of time, I can afford to wait."
