"Warning! Warning! You have posed a strong threat to the personal safety of the soldiers and commanders of Sanshui City! Under pressure, they may launch a suicide attack against you! Please try to restrain yourself!"
An urgent prompt appeared on Jiang Dali’s panel.
Jiang Dali didn’t even glance at it, continuing to walk towards the restaurant’s entrance with his arms crossed.
The soldiers nearest to him were so nervous their hearts almost leapt out of their throats, sweat rolling down their faces like beads. Their palms, clasping their weapons, were almost squeezing out water, their entire bodies tense as if their veins would explode.
Who would want to fight with this Evil Star if it wasn’t necessary?
The leading commander’s face was alternating between red and white, his lips trembling. The two strips of black moustache above his thin lips trembled like porcupine quills, suddenly clenched his teeth, and bellowed,
"Back off! Let him in!"
With a swoosh!
A row of soldiers, who were nearly bumped into by Jiang Dali, seed granted amnesty.
Their bodies, as if fitted with springs, nearly leapt up, quickly clearing a wide path directly to the restaurant.
Under the commander’s twitching, wary face, Jiang Dali walked confidently into the restaurant.
"Shit! This kind of dangerous task is rare to co by even once in a decade! I hope he doesn’t do anything excessive. Please."
The commander, eyes wide-open, watched Jiang Dali enter the restaurant, ordering the soldiers to disperse around it.
Anxiously rubbing his face with both hands, he suddenly realized his hands were full of sweat, and his legs felt almost numb.
At this mont, the restaurant clerk and the workers were almost scared stiff.
Seeing Jiang Dali’s massive figure, which almost blocked out the sun, at the doorway, their hearts felt as if they were filled with lead, unsure of what to do.
The custors in the restaurant who were initially drinking and playing gas quieted down, feeling an intense unease, fidgeting as if sitting on a rock, neither comfortable sitting nor standing.
"Shit, this is aweso! These usually arrogant and swaggering Yuan soldiers don’t even dare to budge, now they’re acting like cowards."
"Nonsense, didn’t you see who it is? In the Martial World, who doesn’t know Brother Da Li? Once Brother Li loses it, he could even lift this restaurant and throw it at the City Lord’s Mansion! He’s the cure for any disagreent!"
"Domineering! Too domineering! More tyrannical than the tigress at ho! If I were as domineering as Brother Li, I’d have my partner thoroughly subdued!"
A group of players, seeing Jiang Dali easily enter the restaurant, burst into lively discussions.
So guild players felt sowhat regretful at that mont, wishing a fight had broken out.
If a fight started, it would have been a sight to see.
It might have even led to a mission like the ones that once took place in Yingtianfu, surrounding the Big Boss.
Even if it ant their demise, there would at least be lucrative mission rewards.
But the Yuan soldiers in Sanshui City were too cowardly. Usually full of bluster, when faced with a real powerhouse, they tucked their tails between their legs and acted like dogs, a total disgrace.
The Yuan soldiers, listening to the mocking comnts from the surrounding Abnormal People, turned green as bathroom tiles that never saw daylight. Veins throbbed at their temples, panting heavily, yet dared not act out rashly.
Everyone was both shocked and amazed.
They couldn’t understand why Jiang Dali felt the need to enter the city and this restaurant specifically at this ti.
Could it be that the restaurant’s owner was a retired expert from the Martial World?
Or perhaps there was soone here that even the Black Wind Village Chief regarded important enough to et?
Players all sensed a scent— the scent of a mission!
After Jiang Dali and Wang Yuyan went upstairs, a statent they made astonished everyone.
"Bring out your best dishes and drinks for . No, make it three portions! The drinks must be the strongest! If the Village Chief is satisfied with the al, the reward will be generous."
The commander outside, with ears perked for any noise, almost ground his teeth to dust.
Damn it.
Just a al, and you, Black Wind Village Chief, had to make it as tense as storming the city with flooding forces?
You could have just said so.
And that son of a bitch who sounded the alarm, making it seem as horrifying as a bandit attack on the city!
The commander and the surrounding soldiers were all cursing under their breath, trembling with anger.
But now, in this situation.
Without orders from higher-ups, they could only continue guarding here closely.
Hoping fervently that the Black Wind Village Chief would quickly leave after being satiated and hoping the restaurant’s food suited the taste of this Evil Star.
The restaurant owner imdiately rushed into the kitchen, instructing the chef to utilize his utmost skill to prepare the food and drinks as swiftly as possible, sparing no effort on details.
Players inside and outside the restaurant were all dumbfounded and shocked.
The Black Wind Village Chief had just co to the city to simply eat a al and drink so wine?
Unlike other NPCs who might co to the city to stroll around the Art House, ogling at beauties to achieve relaxation and joy.
But wasn’t the Black Wind Village Chief’s hobby always to start a fight wherever he went, to vent so anger?
Wasn’t he supposed to smash a restaurant or storm a city to cheer himself up this ti?
Players suddenly exploded in an uproar, most unable to accept, extrely frustrated.
"Check Black Wind Observation to see if today’s script for the Black Wind Village Chief is wrong?"
"Impossible! The Black Wind Village Chief must stir up trouble whenever he goes sowhere. If he doesn’t stir trouble today, I’ll eat the restaurant!"
"Black Wind Village Chief, please, be a good guy and stir up so trouble. If you don’t create trouble in our Sanshui City, do you look down on our city’s players?"
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