Super Zoo

Nangong Yan was about to take a bite of her skewer when she heard Suming say "start munching," and the skewer halted at her lips. She glared at Suming, "******, all you think about is munching, munch your head..."

Suming continued to place raw meat on the fire as he nonchalantly laughed without raising his head, "Munch what head?"

Nangong Yan was stunned for a moment before she caught on, and her face flushed red all at once.

"...I can't be bothered with you... I'll eat first, and if it's not delicious, you're dead meat!"

She delicately took a small bite of the skewer, chewing a few times.

"How is it?" Suming asked.

"Wow, it really tastes amazing, quite different from the street-stall flavor! You truly are husband material, capable in both the hall and the kitchen!"

While talking, Nangong Yan pouted and blew on the still-steaming skewer, fanning it with her hand. Without waiting for it to cool, she stuffed the remaining half skewer into her mouth, which instantly puffed up filled to the brim.

"Barbecue flares up acne, you have a face full of pimples, eat less!"

"Never mind that, don't I have your honey vinegar? Anyway, if the pimples don't go away, you're dead meat!"

Suming: "..."

Nangong Yan kept talking nonstop, yet her eating pace astonishingly didn't slow down. The second batch of skewers was still cooking, and the first batch of a dozen had already disappeared from her hand; Suming's barbecuing couldn't keep up with her eating.

"Slow down, sis, I haven't even had a bite yet!"

Suming looked up and glanced over at an old man fishing in the distance, and then turned to Nangong Yan, "I'm going to ask that old man if he's caught any fish, buy a couple to grill and eat."

It's common to find people fishing by the reservoir, but due to the reservoir's vastness, if luck wasn't on their side, they might not catch a single fish all day long. However, with good luck, they could catch up to several kilos or even tens of kilos of big fish.

The skewers weren't filling enough; even after grilling for so long, they were hardly enough for Nangong Yan. Compared to that, fish were much better; a fish weighing one or two kilos would probably satiate Nangong Yan.

"You go ahead, I'll do the grilling!" Nangong Yan waved her hand and stood in front of the barbecue grill.

Suming wiped his hands on his apron and headed towards the fishing old man.

He hadn't gone far when several barks echoed in the distance. A few young men, armed with sticks and bats, ran towards the fishing old man from afar along the lake.

Leading them was a man holding two big wolfhounds, the tattooed bald guy Suming had seen at the fishery company.

"Who gave you the permission to fish here!" the bald guy bellowed from a distance.

The old man jolted in fright, hurriedly reeling in his fishing line and grabbing his stool to run.

The bald man let go, and the two wolfhounds dashed forward, quickly catching up with the old man and trapping him front and back, barking and growling menacingly at him.

The old man, fearing the dogs might bite him, crouched on the ground, too scared to run any further.

At this point, the bald man caught up from behind, snatched the old man's fishing rod, and sharply snapped it over his knee into two pieces, casually tossing it aside. He then fiercely asked, "The reservoir is leased by my boss. Who allowed you to fish in the reservoir?"

The old man looked at his broken fishing rod with distress but dared not say anything. Instead, he pleaded, "I'm so sorry, big brothers, I really didn't know the reservoir was leased. I haven't caught any fish, and my rod is already broken. I won't come back anymore, isn't that enough..."

A sleazy-looking young man kicked the old man, "Bullshit, just because you say you didn't catch anything means you didn't catch anything?"

After being kicked to the ground, the old man didn't resist, instead showing his empty fish basket, "Big brothers, look, I really didn't catch any fish."

"I don't care whether you caught anything. Pay the fine, five hundred bucks!" the bald man impatiently said.

"Big brother, I only have a few bucks on me for the bus fare, I really don't have…"

The bald man raised a steel pipe and menacingly swung it in front of the old man, viciously saying, "Stop wasting words. Either pay up or I'll break one of your legs! Your choice!"

He was wielding a steel pipe to intimidate the old man when he spotted a young man looking over from a distance. He turned around, raised the pipe in his hand to point, and bellowed at Suming, "What are you looking at? It's none of your business, scram!"

Suming wasn't one to meddle in other people's affairs; under normal circumstances, he wouldn't get involved.

These thugs were hired by the fisheries company to watch over the fish pond, specifically to prevent anyone from stealing or fishing. Driving the old man away was within reason, even if their methods were somewhat excessive. Without showing a bit of ferocity, people wouldn't be intimidated, and the fish in the reservoir would've been pilfered long ago.

However, this bald guy repeatedly cursed at people to their face, which definitely irked Suming. Anyone else would have been enraged in his shoes.

As the distance closed, the bald man recognized Suming and glared at him, "Hey, it's you. So what, are you planning to step in?"

Suming ignored him, squinted his eyes to survey the water area where the old man was fishing, and then said, "I remember you guys leased the eastern area of the reservoir. The old man is fishing here; it doesn't seem to concern you."

The bald man's face twisted with malice as he asked in a sinister tone, "I'm just asking you, are you intending to meddle in this?"

With that, several thugs quickly circled up, glaring at Suming with ill intent.

Two wolfdogs, spurred on by their owner, also shifted their focus, their blood-red eyes fixating on Suming. Their sharp teeth bared from the corners of their mouths as they let out low growls, looking ready to pounce.

Suming glanced at the two wolfdogs and, without a change in expression, released his spiritual power. As soon as the dogs came into contact with the spiritual power, they immediately became much more docile, sitting down on the spot. Their eyes softened, and they stuck out their long tongues, panting heavily at Suming with a haha sound, even wagging their tails.

The bald man looked at the two wolfdogs in befuddlement, somewhat at a loss. These two dogs were usually fed live chickens and ducks, known for their ferocity and had bitten people who came to fish or steal fish more than once. Why had they become so docile today?

Suming bent down to pick up a broken fishing rod from the ground, then continued, "You are supposed to guard the fish pond. It's one thing to drive people away, but what right do you have to break someone else's fishing rod? And when you fine people, do you provide a receipt?"

"I can tell, you came looking for trouble today! You want a receipt, right? I'll give you a receipt!"

The bald man raised the steel pipe and swung it down towards Suming's shoulder while bellowing, "Hit him!"

The thugs were just about to make a move when they witnessed a scene that left them stupefied.

The meddling kid, seeing that they were about to attack, surprisingly turned around and bolted without hesitation!

"Fuck! Trying to run! Hei, Erhei, go!"

Upon hearing their owner's command, the two wolfdogs sat foolishly in place, shaking their heads at the bald man, then looking at the fleeing Suming, their tongues hanging out as they panted, but they refused to get up and give chase.

The wolfdogs were raised by the fisheries company and, although they were intimidated by Suming's spiritual power and wouldn't attack him, Suming's current strength wasn't enough to make the dogs turn on their owner. So the wolfdogs were feeling quite lost, unsure of whose side to take.

"Damn it, this is insane!"

The bald man cursed and led his men to chase after Suming himself.

The path along the riverbank was rough. These thugs often brawled and were physically fit. It didn't take long for them to almost catch up with Suming.

From afar, Nangong Yi had already taken out his phone, prepared to call the police.

Before he could make the call, a buzzing sound suddenly arose from nearby, and a 'black cloud' floated out from the woods, flying towards the direction of Suming and the bald man.

"What is that... Fuck! Wasps! Watch out!"

The bald man got a big scare, knowing as tough as he was, he dare not challenge a swarm of wasps, so he abruptly halted his chase.

Seeing the wasps coming, Suming also stopped running, turned around, and gave the bald man a peculiar smile. He then slowly lay down on the ground, covering his head with his hands and staying motionless as if terrified of attracting the attention of the wasp swarm.

Once prone, Suming looked up at the bald man with seemingly good intentions, blinked admiringly, flashed a thumbs-up, and shouted, "The wasps are here, and you're not hiding? That's gutsy!"

The bald man was taken aback, musing that he had seen many fools but never one like this. Did he think by lying down and covering his head, he'd become invisible to the wasps?

No sooner had the thought passed than, as if to prove the simplest principle: 'if you don't dodge, wasps will sting you,' the swarm of wasps, initially hovering between the two groups, suddenly swarmed towards the bald man and his men.