pjbooks Chapter 387 What audacity!
Chapter 387 What audacity!
"Sizzle!"
The meat sizzled and dripped oil on the grill.
"Mmm~~Delicious!! Although it can't compare to the food at Kami no Ya, it's still very tasty~~The barbecue sauce has a unique exotic flavor."
With her eyes covered by a black veil and her blue hair appearing dreamlike in the lamplight, Yan Runan was enjoying her meal with gusto, her cheeks bulging and her face beaming with a happy, oily glow.
"But it would be even better if we added Mr. Li's special spicy sauce from school."
Sikong laughed and said, "I noticed it before; Junior Sister Yan is really particular about food."
"Of course, I'm a seasoned foodie," Yan Runan said with pride.
Jiang Yuan's gaze fell on her chest.
Eating a lot doesn't seem to help me grow much.
Chen Xi remained silent, simply burying his head in his food.
Suddenly, a curse came from the next table, accompanied by a plate being smashed on the floor.
"Pah! Shit! This is awful!"
Several people with East Asian features sat at the table, disdainfully throwing the roasted meat they were holding onto the ground.
"People used to rave about how delicious and world-famous the barbecue in Murmansk was, but it turns out it's awful! Ugh—what a disappointment!"
"Exactly! It's nowhere near as good as the Korean barbecue!"
"It's no different from what pigs eat!"
The impeccably dressed young man, feet on a stool, grabbed the waiter by the collar with a menacing look and yelled, "You bastard! How are you going to settle this score for making us, the distinguished ones, eat this garbage?!"
"But, but this is grilled meat cooked by the chef in the shop, a sixth-level chef. It can't possibly be bad..." The young waiter, whose face was pale, still wanted to explain.
The other party's eyes turned fierce, and under that martial aura that far surpassed his own, the boy's whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his voice grew softer and softer.
"Damn it, you dare question me? You're asking for it!"
The young man threw the boy several meters away, then reached out and grabbed him. A purple skeletal hand shot out from the void and gripped the boy tightly. The intense pressure made the boy open his mouth in pain.
The young man grinned cruelly. "A mere second-tier rank, trash worse than an ant. Back where I'm from, you wouldn't even qualify to clean up my pet's poop. You should be glad you're in Mormans, you piece of trash, understand?!"
He turned his head and looked at Jiang Yuan and the others at the table by the window.
"And that woman over there, she looks like she's Chinese, right? She's actually enjoying this kind of junk food. Looks like she's never tasted anything good before."
"I can give you a chance to follow me. Come back to Korea with me, and I can let you taste the finest cuisine and show you what true culinary delights are."
He stared at Yan Runan, his eyes filled with covetousness and greed.
Not only Jiang Yuan and his group, but also the other customers at the other tables in the restaurant had strange expressions.
Is this guy out of his mind?
"You're just a fourth-tier martial artist? Me? Follow you?!" Yan Runan pointed at herself, tilting her head and saying, "Are you out of your mind?"
Upon hearing this, the young man's face immediately turned cold.
"Damn it, you're asking for it."
A companion beside her sneered, "Woman, do you know who you're talking to? He's Young Master Kim Tae-jung, the scion of the Kim family's chaebol, with immense power and wealth, a fourth-level martial artist under twenty! He's also the younger brother of Young Master Kim Tae-sik, a participant in the national war. Being noticed by him is your incredible stroke of luck!"
Kim Tae-jung straightened his collar, his face full of arrogance.
Everyone in the shop: "..."
Seeing that no one reacted.
The group thought that their reputation had intimidated them, and they became even more arrogant and smug.
Kim Tae-jung casually tossed the blond, blue-eyed waiter out the door, then strode toward Jiang Yuan and his group's table, his eyes fixed solely on Yan Runan.
"Chinese woman, you only have this one chance to change your destiny. Become my maid, and you may have the opportunity to become a grandmaster in the future. Don't ruin your life."
Yan Runan looked at Jiang Yuan and asked seriously, "Can I hit him? Yes, you can."
Chen Xi said calmly, "I can't listen to this anymore either."
Sikong picked up his beer glass, his smile still gentle.
"Top-tier cuisine from the land of kimchi? A feast of pickled vegetables?"
Kim Tae-jung's attendant's expression turned cold, and his arms instantly turned to steel, bursting through his clothes. "You brat, what did you say?! If you have such a foul mouth, I don't mind teaching you a lesson."
"Why waste words on them, a bunch of Chinese pigs." Another person sneered, drawing his weapon from thin air—an iron rod covered in blood-red patterns, reeking of blood.
"Three fifth-tier martial artists and one fourth-tier... Heh."
Sikong raised his head, and tiny purple lightning crackled deep within his pupils.
"So weak, yet you dare to insult China and bully my junior sister right in front of me?! You really... have some nerve."
next second.
A terrifying pressure from a grandmaster descended instantly, distorting the air and settling upon the four people.
In an instant, the four people seemed to be carrying mountains on their backs, their bodies sank and they knelt on the ground, instantly suppressed on the spot.
"What?!"
"Grandmaster's aura! This kid's a grandmaster?!"
"How is that possible?!"
Kim Tae-jung and the other three felt their hair stand on end, fear shooting straight to their heads like a venomous snake, and they were terrified to death.
……
Inside the tavern, purple arcs of electricity intertwined.
The guests at other tables made sarcastic remarks about Kim Tae-jung and his group.
"Those idiots from South Korea actually think their status is useful in Mormans? Dream on! Here, only strength matters!"
"I remember South Korea only has one king, right? How did they dare to be enemies with China?"
"Their country's cuisine is also extremely unpalatable and crude; I don't know where they got the nerve to mock them."
"I'm afraid none of them can tell what kind of power their target is."
"Utterly foolish! How dare they be so arrogant? They'd be dead eight hundred times over outside the city..."
"If we can't fight inside the city, then we should be fine outside, right?"
Sikong looked at Jiang Yuan, "Professor Jiang, I would like to trouble you to help me and my Korean martial arts friends open up a battlefield outside the city and have a friendly spar."
Jiang Yuan popped a piece of roasted meat into his mouth, smiled, and nodded, saying, "Not bad, reasonable."
Snapped!
He snapped his fingers.
A small blue fish flew out, drawing a blue circle in the air. A portal opened, and through it, everyone could see the icy plains outside the city on the other side.
Kim Tae-jung used all his strength to crush a jade talisman.
"Gentlemen, let's have a spar." Sikong smiled, his tall figure appearing beside Jin Taizheng and his companions in a few flashes, kicking them into the gate one by one.
It then transformed into a bolt of lightning and disappeared into it.
By the time Kim Tae-sik and the leader of the Korean team teleported over, they had already disappeared.