The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

In the restaurant, the atmosphere was stagnant, and a crowd of customers sat and watched from a distance.

Where his eyes converged, a fat cook with a full face, carrying a kitchen knife, glared at me fiercely.

Beside him, there is a lobby manager and a waiter.

Opposing the fat chef is me and the blue witch.

After a moment of silence, the fat chef grinned and said, "Apologize? How dare you say it! Boy, don't you ask me who I am? You dare to ask me to apologize so grandiosely? Should you say that you are ignorant? Or are you bored? Up?"

Just as the chef was talking about it, the lobby manager on the side also held his eyes, squinted, and looked at me badly.

Obviously, in his stand, he stands as a fat cook.

As for the waiter, he lowered his head and didn't look at anyone. It was obvious that, ‘I was forced to hold the scene and everything has nothing to do with me. If something goes wrong, don’t look for me’.

Onlookers whispered among the customers, and occasionally gave pointers.

Among these people, some are joining in the fun, some are judging the situation, and some may be analyzing the identities of me and the Blue Witch.

Most people who can come to eat in this restaurant are high-class people, or rich officials, or aristocrats, and only they can easily afford the food here.

As a frequent visitor here, it's almost the same without knowing all the upper class people in this town.

When you suddenly see me with such a raw face and the attitude towards the chef, you will naturally think of my identity.

The only thing that puzzles them is probably only my clothes.

Although this dress is made of good fabric and expensive, it looks very ordinary on the outside. If you don't distinguish the fabric carefully, you will definitely treat it as a bargain.

People in the upper class have always paid great attention to appearance, even if they are just a few little nobles, they don't forget to put on an expensive coat and comb the back of a noble to dare to go out.

Only the hardworking people would wear the most ordinary clothes and wander around the streets.

Because of the ordinary clothes and the luxury of the blue witch dress, the chef immediately included me in the ranks of little white faces who depend on women for food.

Treating a lowly status, no status, and a little white face who only relies on women for food all day long, the chef naturally won't have a good face. He didn't use a kitchen knife to chop me off, all because of the blue witch's face.

After all, she couldn't tell the identity of the other party from her top-notch expensive clothes. Maybe it was the daughter of a noble family, or the princess of the city lord's family.

To deal with Xiao Bai Lian'er, the chef asked himself the means, but he had no chance of winning against the nobles or the city lord.

Therefore, from the moment he appeared on the stage, he targeted me in various ways.

I could probably guess what he thought, but I didn't intend to expose it, and wanted to reason with him. It's a pity that this fat chef is not a reasonable guy.

With a chuckle, my right index finger tapped the table top, and I said lightly: "Apologize is my only request at the moment. If I can't do it, I may add a new request."

"Ha ha ha, who do you think you are? Lord City Lord? Or the son of the noble noble family?"

The chef grinned and said, "Don’t think that you are honored by a distinguished daughter. I tell you, a guy from a humble background can always be humble. Don’t think that you can be promoted to the upper class by climbing a high branch. I’m in a good mood, I’m in a good mood, hurry up after eating, don’t wait for a while and I change my mind, chop you and feed the dog!

This is very rude. Fortunately, Tuo Tuo is not here, otherwise it will definitely bite the chef angrily-I Tuo Tuo is a vegetarian, eat shit, and never eat a piece of meat from my second master!

I was completely unafraid of the sarcasm and threat of the fat chef, and still said indifferently: "I really don't apologize?"

"Stop dreaming!" He sneered with a chopper.

"Okay" sighed lightly, and I showed a helpless expression.

The fat chef and the lobby manager and many customers all showed such expressions. In their opinion, I will be like a defeated **** in the next second. I will get up and leave dejectedly, or hold my face and hold the table. I ate all the food on the table, but one thing is for sure, the noble daughter sitting across from me will definitely not associate with me again.

Just when they were thinking about it and looking forward to the next good show, I raised my eyebrows and said lightly: "Since I refuse to apologize, I can only add one more request, compensation."

"What?" The chef's eyes went wide and he looked at me incredulously, and said, "What are you talking about?"

"I said that in addition to apologizing, I also need compensation. This is a new condition."

"Smelly boy!" The fat and strong chef said grimly: "You are looking for death!"

While speaking, he raised the kitchen knife and cut it off to my head.

This knife seemed fierce, but it didn't have the intent to kill. The taste of the lesson was more than the taste of anger and murder.

Probably still giving face to the blue witch, trying to ruin my face with this knife. So that the Blue Witch gave up on me.

"really interesting."

I secretly said in my heart, and at the same time raised my right hand, put it in front of my face, and easily took the knife.

This scene stunned the chef.

Logically speaking, Xiao Bai Lian’s strength is not very good. After all, they are the type that survives on beauty. Most of the bodies are very weak, but through the feedback of this knife, the chef realized that my strength is not worse than his. Even with an understatement, I can tell that my power is even stronger than him.

A drop of cold sweat slipped from the fat chef's forehead in an instant—he missed his eyes, and this time, he encountered hard stubble.

I held the blade, and the fat chef held the handle, and it froze for a few seconds.

The fat chef still shouted at me with ferocious appearance: "Let go of your hands!"

I ignored it, but clasped the blade with my index finger and thumb. With a pull, the fat chef's body leaned forward along with the kitchen knife and fell on the table full of dishes.

Then I turned my wrist and took the knife off easily.

After taking the knife, I squeezed it in the palm of my hand and played for a few seconds. In a gaze, I squeezed the tip and handle of the knife, and gently broke it. A kitchen knife made of fine iron was broken into a U shape by me.

At this time, everyone was stunned. After a few seconds, a customer quickly got up and walked away, lest he would be killed by the fish pond later.

There are also some customers who are still tasting the food with demeanor, but their eyes are no longer on our side, but on the table and dishes.

Of course, there are some customers who are not afraid of big things, still peeping at our side, observing the next development.

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