However, their smiles lasted only thirty seconds!
Imdiately afterward, Zhang Fan approached another table, tapped a blond man on the shoulder, and said, "Hey, buddy, take a look at this guy, he’s part of your team, right?
The posture is quite stiff, huh."
In an instant, countless people froze.
Their eyes, carrying a hint of killing aura, fixed on Zhang Fan.
"Co on, old pal, don’t get mad. If the posture is wrong, you’ve got to correct it. This ti, you’re lucky it’s ; I’m pretty easygoing. If it were soone else, they’d definitely beat you up for this posture." Zhang Fan said earnestly.
Upon hearing this, many people gritted their teeth.
Fuck you!
Wrong posture!
Fine, then why don’t you kneel so we can watch?
And what’s with the stiff voice? You should call us ’daddy’ then!
You have a good temper?
Well, we don’t!
"Ding, killing intent from Bedi 10000!"
"Ding, from..."
In the cafeteria, countless people tossed their knives and forks aside, stood up, and glared at Zhang Fan, radiating killing aura.
Their eyes seed to blaze, full of knife flashes and sword shadows, sweeping over Zhang Fan.
If these things could materialize, Zhang Fan probably wouldn’t even leave a trace behind.
Yet, Zhang Fan showed no awareness!
"Co on, guys, keep eating, keep eating, don’t waste food." Zhang Fan said, reaching out, grabbing an unused fork, and forked a steak into his mouth.
"You know, working under the midday sun, sweat dripping onto the soil! These foods are hard-earned." Saying this, Zhang Fan suddenly slapped his forehead.
"Oh dear, you probably haven’t learned these poems, so it won’t an much to you."
Simultaneously, Zhang Fan stood and sighed, "Waste is shaful."
"Creak!"
Suddenly, the sound of chair movent echoed.
Many people grabbed their chairs, ready to take a shot at Zhang Fan’s skull.
But looking at Jin Changkong not far away, they dismissed this thought.
"Scoundrel, don’t let us et you on the battlefield."
With that, countless people turned and left.
At this mont, who wants to eat anything?
Watching this scene, Zhou Jie and his group smacked their lips, looking dumbfounded.
Zhang Fan seems to be on a mission to infuriate all the other national teams, huh?
anwhile, they felt secretly relieved.
Especially the Thunder and Li Departnts!
If Zhang Fan hadn’t openly faced off against Zhan Yuan during his ti at the Thunder Departnt...
With their previous grudges with Zhang Fan, they would have surely clashed with him.
Thinking of Zhan Yuan’s fate, a layer of tiny sweat beads appeared on their foreheads.
But the next mont, they couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
It’s only the first day, and Zhang Fan’s about to drive a bunch of people crazy.
The coming days are going to be interesting!
Watching this scene, Jin Changkong’s mouth twitched continuously.
At this mont, he finally understood why Long Aotian had warned him.
Zhang Fan, this guy is simply a world-weary Demon King.
Seems like there’s no peaceful day ahead at the base.
Yet, a proud look also erged on Jin Changkong’s face.
So what if Zhang Fan, such a genius, stirs up trouble?
At the base, who’s got the nerve to go against Zhang Fan?
On the battlefield, who’s got the guts to provoke Zhang Fan with his power?
"Zhang Fan, what do you want for dinner? I’ll prepare the ingredients and send them over to you." Jin Changkong walked over to Zhang Fan and whispered.
Zhang Fan smiled, "Just so at with high nutritional value, and don’t forget the fruits and vegetables."
"Alright!" Jin Changkong nodded.
And Zhou Jie and his group, hearing this conversation, had eyes full of envy, jealousy, and resentnt.
Damn, back at Golden Dragon Base, Lord Long treated Zhang Fan the sa way.
Gosh, in front of Zhang Fan, do they even have any value?
Practically invisible!
Damn! Can’t finish this al.
In an instant, countless people threw down knives, forks, and chopsticks and walked away.
Looking at the suddenly emptied room, Zhang Fan was also bewildered!
"Damn, where did everyone go? Where’s everyone?"
And the chefs were even more confused!
Damn, these folks yesterday practically licked the plates clean.
Why are there leftovers today?
Jeez, these are their hard-earned results.
"Hmph, not eating, huh! I quit. Whoever wants to cook can cook." A burly man tossed away his kitchen knife, took off his chef’s uniform, and walked into the kitchen full of rage.
"Exactly! These brats, let them starve!"
In an instant, countless chefs started throwing tantrums.
Even they have their pride.
It’s known that their culinary skills are at least Michelin two-star level.
If their country hadn’t specifically invited them, they wouldn’t be here.
For a chef, the food they prepare is their honor.
And now, people dared to waste food!
How could they not be angry?
Soon, the chefs started leaving the cafeteria one by one.
anwhile, the base managers received countless ssages!
"We’re done, we’re going back ho!"
"Can’t serve these young masters!"
"Won’t cook for those young masters even at gunpoint."
At this mont, the base manager was bewildered.
Damn, what’s going on?
All the chefs are on strike?
What the hell?
Soon, the managers went to gather information.
Upon understanding the situation, their faces turned somber.
"Zhang Fan?"
"Huaxia Dragon Group mber?"
"Daring to cause trouble at our base?"
"Go summon him over!"
At the sa ti, Jin Changkong intervened.
"What’s up? What’s wrong with my guy? Did he hit anyone? Did he violate any base rules? Wanna fight, huh? I’m all for it!"
In an instant, countless people were dumbfounded.
What madness is this from Jin Changkong?
Going this far for an SS-tier kid, really?
Geez! That protective of him?
But the crowd quickly dropped the issue.
After all, what Zhang Fan did didn’t really break any base rules.
Firstly, he didn’t hit anyone! Secondly, he didn’t damage public property!
There’s no way to deal with this.
But those chefs were hard to bring in.
Plus, there’s a contract!
If they want to leave, they can’t be stopped.
Originally planning to fight against Poison Spider, they didn’t want to compromise the als for those joining the battle!
But now!
Damn it! You dared to chase away the chefs?
Fine! You’re amazing, then cook for yourselves.
Anyway, the base managers have dedicated chefs!
"Forget those brats, let them sort their als themselves." one said.
"Agreed, let them handle the ss they made themselves."
Quickly, this news spread.
Upon hearing this, countless people exploded with anger!
From now on, cook for themselves?
Damn, what did we do wrong?
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