179: Without any power, do you dare to come out and mess around?

After the Four-person Group took their seats, they glanced at the menu.

Du Ziteng almost threw up.

The most expensive dish was only 68 yuan!

Even if he ate until he exploded, it wouldn't hurt Shen Bei's wallet!

Qi Chuanyu folded his arms and squinted, "I've never seen anyone so stingy. If it's a small restaurant, just say it's a small restaurant. Why mention Fuman Restaurant?"

Niu Yanben lay slumped over the table, listless, as if he were about to die, "It's a mood killer!"

Shen Bei slammed the table, "Don't be ungrateful! When you were eating dry rations in the catacombs, why didn't I see you unable to eat?"

Liao Zhongyang grumbled, "That's different..."

"Just eat your fill," Shen Bei said in a lecturing tone, "You're getting too arrogant."

"Order," Du Ziteng didn't waste any more time. He waved his hand, about to call the waiter.

Shen Bei pressed his hand down, "I am the waiter."

With that, he took out a small notebook, ready to take orders.

Du Ziteng: ???

"You wait a minute—"

It was then that Du Ziteng noticed Shen Bei wearing an apron. He looked like... he really was a waiter!

Du Ziteng gasped, "Were you scammed by an electric scam?"

"Where did that come from?" Shen Bei asked, somewhat confused.

"For a restaurant of this caliber, even if you eat your fill, three to five hundred yuan is plenty. Are you really short on that much money? Do you need to work to pay for the meal?"

Shen Bei waved his hand, "You don't understand. Just order."

Du Ziteng smacked his lips and ordered a few dishes.

"Wait up, there's a surprise today," Shen Bei tossed the menu to the kitchen.

Qi Chuanyu was extremely curious, "What surprise?"

Shen Bei's face held an irrepressible smile, "I just watched the chef cooking and suddenly comprehended a dish. I'm going to cook it for you myself!"

Qi Chuanyu: ...

"I still think..." Qi Chuanyu tentatively suggested, "It's better to let the chef do it. If you cook, and you activate my medical insurance card, the money is a small matter, but poisoning is suffering."

The others all nodded in agreement with Qi Chuanyu.

You, Shen Bei, can cook too?

That would be pure dark cuisine!

Shen Bei scoffed, "Just trust me."

Then, Shen Bei called the Four-person Group into the kitchen and began to display his culinary skills.

King Wang was very polite. Seeing Shen Bei and the others enter, he immediately cleared the stove.

He had no choice... he learned from their conversation that Shen Bei was a Martial Artist.

Someone he couldn't afford to offend.

At this moment, Shen Bei washed his hands, wiped them with a damp towel, and prepared to show off in a new arena.

Qi Chuanyu asked, "What cuisine are you going to make? Which of the eight major cuisines?"

Shen Bei didn't like Qi Chuanyu's statement and said, "Cuisines are only divided by region, not by superiority. However, one should not tire of fine food, nor of finely minced meat."

Of the eight major cuisines, Southern dishes accounted for a full seven.

There was a popular TV series called "Liangjian," in which Chu Yunfei mentioned something when he hosted Li Yunlong.

Shanxi cuisine was not considered mainstream, not presentable, and among the Northern cuisines, only Shandong cuisine was notable.

But Shen Bei, being a Northerner, did not make Shandong cuisine.

He proudly said, "I just learned a Tianjin dish from King Wang."

The Four-person Group exchanged glances, feeling that if this dish were to be packed today, there would definitely be no plastic bags.

Shen Bei slammed the pig's stomach onto the cutting board.

He then took out a chicken gizzard, weighed it in his hand, carved off a thick membrane with a knife, and threw it aside.

"This dish is called Oil-Blasted Double Crisps. Right, Boss?"

King Wang nodded, "One bite is tender with a crunch, a delightful crackling sound in your mouth, that flavor~"

Both the chicken gizzard and pig's stomach had intricate knife marks. Shen Bei's movements were clean and swift. He put the peeled chicken gizzard into the wok, heated it over high flame, then added the pig's stomach. The red and white mixed together, looking quite beautiful.

He added chopped green onions, ginger, and garlic to sauté until fragrant. With a crisp sizzle, white smoke rose from the wok, and the aroma permeated the air.

He thickened the sauce and stir-fried.

The iron wok, weighing over ten jin, was tossed up and down in Shen Bei's hands as if it were weightless.

Hot oil splattered.

The reddish-brown oil splattered into the air, coating each rapidly turning, finely cut piece with a glistening sheen.

"Tsk tsk~"

The Four-person Group marveled repeatedly, their appetites whetted.

"He's got skills."

"He looks the part."

"Being a Martial Artist is really a waste of your talent. Why don't you become a chef? We'll take on the important task of defending the country."

Shen Bei, carrying the plate, gave them a look of genuine disdain, "Relying on you guys, I wouldn't even get to eat. Get out."

The Four-person Group all rolled their eyes.

Eating a table full of home-cooked dishes, the few of them enjoyed it thoroughly.

It was just that Shen Bei had to get up and greet guests after a few bites.

"Shen Bei." At this moment, Du Ziteng, taking advantage of Shen Bei's free time, expressed an idea of his:

"Through this trip to the catacombs, I feel that capturing Stranger is very profitable. So, is capturing wanted criminals also valuable?"

Shen Bei, gnawing on a chicken leg, nodded affirmingly, "That is natural."

Shen Bei started his career by capturing You Wuchang, which was a huge stroke of luck.

From that day on, Gu Changfeng's meals began to decline sharply.

"Let's do it!" Du Ziteng patted his chest, "We Martial Artists have all this skill, but if we don't do something, don't make big money, we're bloody well letting ourselves down!"

Shen Bei felt that Du Ziteng was criticizing him indirectly.

What, am I earning too little by being a waiter?

Shen Bei coughed and took a sip of beer, "With your meager skills, I advise you to stay far away from wanted criminals, lest you cause the bounty to increase."

Du Ziteng: ...

Niu Yanben tilted his head, asking Qi Chuanyu beside him, "What does Shen Bei mean by that?"

Qi Chuanyu rubbed his forehead and explained, "Originally, the bounty for the wanted criminal was only 50,000 yuan, but Du Ziteng offered himself up, and the bounty increased to 100,000 yuan."

Pfft...

Niu Yanben almost snorted with laughter.

At this moment.

The small restaurant had even more customers.

This wave brought over ten people, split into two tables.

As they sat down, the chairs scraped loudly.

It was deafening.

"Waiter, order!"

One of the young men, who seemed like a gang leader, shouted.

Those few tones gave off the impression of 'heaven and earth are vast, I am the greatest.'

He had a very thuggish look, with a nose ring, and a touch of red at the tips of his hair.

Shen Bei quickly got up and jogged over.

Looking at this group of young men who resembled hooligans, Shen Bei looked down on them, grinning, "What would you like to eat?"

"You..." The man was stunned, "Are you a customer or a waiter? What exactly is your identity?"

Shen Bei said, "Ah," his gaze dismissive, "I have many identities, which one do you want to hear?"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The younger brothers on the side immediately changed their expressions in anger, slamming the table:

"Damn it! How dare you speak to my Red Bro like that!"

"Where did this waiter come from? Doesn't he even know who Red Bro is?"

"You're pretty arrogant, aren't you?"

"No sense of awareness, bring the tea!"

...

Shen Bei listened to these small hooligans bickering, his ears aching.

He pressed his hand down, shushing them, "Keep it down, don't disturb other diners. I heard those four have even worse tempers."

Shen Bei pointed at Qi Chuanyu and the others, "They've killed people! If I don't sit down and eat with them, they'll beat me up! So scary."

Zha Tian Gang: ...

Red Bro's eyes narrowed, and he stuck out his neck, "Damn it, who can't talk tough? What's so great about that?"

"Order!"

"Alright!"

Shen Bei finished his work and returned to his table to continue eating.

Qi Chuanyu's Adam's apple bobbed, and his tone was somewhat displeased, "Could you please not slander the positive image of our Zha Tian Gang outside?"

Shen Bei looked indifferent, "Everything I said was true."

Qi Chuanyu looked speechless.

Not long after.

A shout rang out in the small restaurant, "Are you blind, you bastard?"

Red Bro pointed at his soaked crotch, cursing in a harsh tone.

"I'm, I'm sorry."

Xiao Cui, who was serving dishes, turned pale, seemingly stunned with fear.

"Sorry my ass! It was boiling water."

With that, Red Bro grabbed the teapot from the table and splashed it at the girl's face.

Xiao Cui instinctively dodged to the side, and the scalding hot water spilled onto the floor, rising in a cloud of white mist.

"You dare to dodge?"

Red Bro, with the nose ring, gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and slapped her. With a loud smack, the girl's cheek swelled up visibly.

He reached out, grabbed Xiao Cui's hair, and pulled her towards him.

Xiao Cui winced in pain, tears welling up in her eyes, her body curling up.

King Wang hid in the kitchen, peeking out and speaking politely, but he dared not take a step forward.

For a moment, the scene was chaotic.

In this world, the basic right of ordinary people is to live.

Only Martial Artists are high and mighty.

Below Martial Artists are the hooligans and petty thugs.

Or rather, these hooligans and petty thugs all have Martial Artists backing them. Matters that are inconvenient for Martial Artists to handle are dealt with by them.

Society is like this.

Distorted and harmonious.

No one felt that anything was wrong.

Martial Artists all talk about the law of the jungle, and you don't let ordinary people talk about it?

A strange double standard.

"Lick it clean for me."

Red Bro, who was getting worked up, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist, vaguely hearing a 'crack' sound. Immediately after, his vision blurred, and a size 41 leather shoe, with a dull whoosh, almost flattened his nose!

He flew backward, knocking over tables and chairs, and was doused with a pot of scalding hotpot broth.

"It's just getting splashed with hot water, isn't it? How about I apologize for the little sister?"

Shen Bei's face held a relaxed smile as he pulled Xiao Cui to the side and said to the fallen Red Bro.

This was no small matter. Over a dozen younger brothers immediately jumped up and surrounded Shen Bei, their machetes glinting with cold light.

"Damn you! A mere waiter dares to stand up for her?"

"You're looking for death!"

"Kneel! I'll chop off your feet!"

...

Shen Bei looked indifferently at the group of hooligans who wanted to move but dared not.

Meanwhile, the Zha Tian Gang Four-person Group didn't lift their heads or open their eyes, continuing to eat.

In their eyes, Shen Bei was showing off again.

How annoying.

"Stop moving!"

Shen Bei raised an eyebrow; it was Red Bro who spoke.

He stood up shakily, his face filled with palpable resentment.

"You can fight, right? When you're out in the world, it's all about power! I follow Wu Jue!"

Hearing this classic line from a Hong Kong movie, Shen Bei almost laughed out loud, "Who is Wu Jue? Never heard of him."

"You haven't heard of Wu Jue from Shen City, and you still dare to hit me?"

Red Bro's arrogance grew even more. He circled Shen Bei twice, his crooked nose looking somewhat comical, yet also menacing.

He snatched a fruit knife from one of his subordinates and slammed it on the table.

"You like to show off, don't you? Come on, do you dare to kill? If you stab this knife into my neck, it's over and done with, otherwise I'll kill—"

Red Bro, spitting saliva, hadn't finished his sentence.

Shen Bei's hand had already snatched the fruit knife from the table and plunged it towards his neck!