171: Chapter 168: They must have sent someone to sabotage me!

"Manager, about that guest at Table 66, forget fifty grams, he hasn't left a single crumb or scrap behind." The waiter named Xiao Wang said with a miserable expression.

"How do you know he didn't hide anything? Go find it for me, maybe he hid the food! He's trying to pack it up and take it away, dammit!" The bald manager was furious, staring fiercely at Xiao Wang.

"That guy's eating style is terrifying. He was wearing clothes at first, but later he started sweating all over and took them off, so there was nowhere to hide anything.

Besides, when he eats seafood, he eats the shell and the meat together. Crunch, crunch, it makes my scalp tingle just listening to it. Same with the chicken, he even sucks out the marrow from the bones.

Because his eating style is so unique, I noticed him the moment he started eating." Xiao Wang said helplessly.

"And this gentleman is the most efficient eater I've ever seen; he doesn't waste a thing. Even the bones on the table have been picked clean of every last bit of meat or scrap. Manager, could he be one of those biochemical mutants from the movies? He eats just like a monster."

As he spoke, Xiao Wang shrank back in fear.

"Biochemical mutant, my ass! Have you ever seen a biochemical mutant that eats like a starving ghost?" The bald manager immediately launched into a tirade against Xiao Wang.

"But... this is my first time seeing someone eat the shell along with the meat, sucking the bones completely clean..." Xiao Wang quickly added.

The bald manager was displeased, but when he turned to look, uh... it did seem quite terrifying.

In any case, he was staring, completely dumbfounded.

A whole chicken, and this man went at it with both hands, consuming bones, skin, and meat, until it was all wiped clean in no time. When he spat it out again, there were only some crushed bone fragments.

As for the seafood, except for abalone and oysters which have thick, hard shells, everything else like crabs and lobsters, once they entered this man's mouth, it was like eating potato chips.

Shells, meat, crab claws—crunch, crunch—he chewed them into fine pieces in just a few bites.

Li Changsheng's eating style was enough to leave anyone dumbfounded, scalp tingling, and forehead sweating.

Was he a reincarnated starving ghost? How could he eat so much? Why didn't he join a competitive eating contest?

Looking at Table 66 earlier, the tabletop had always been extremely clean, without many bone scraps, but instead, there was a huge pile of empty plates and bowls.

Unlike other guests who left food scraps everywhere, this table might make someone think the waiter was very diligent at cleaning up.

At this moment, the bald manager felt every minute and every second was so difficult; in this short time, the other party had taught him a lesson.

In just ten minutes, the guy ate more than what an entire table of other guests would eat in total, and most importantly, he had already been eating for two hours.

Fortunately, as time passed, while the bald manager was praying devoutly to Jesus, time finally dragged on until eight in the evening.

Then, Li Changsheng, having eaten comfortably, was respectfully invited to leave.

"Boss, what is the meaning of this?"

Looking at the twenty dollars the boss shoved into his hand—it was clearly the two ten-dollar bills he had just given—why was he returning it?

"Mr. Li, it's like this: we won't take your money, and besides, we think you really need to challenge the restaurant across the street." As he said this, the bald manager pointed to the shop opposite, which was named American Western Buffet.

"This..." Li Changsheng was a bit confused.

Immediately after, he saw the manager take out another stack of cash totaling one thousand dollars and shove it into Li Changsheng's hands.

"Mr. Li, this is an expense we're paying for you to go and try their food. We feel that a gourmet like you shouldn't be limited to just our place. The head chef at the restaurant across the street was once a three-star Michelin chef; their craft is even more delicious than our restaurant's. Perhaps you could go and try that place." The bald manager looked at Li Changsheng with a smile, his eyes exceptionally clear and sincere, filled with utmost genuineness.

"The taste was very average, but the portions were generous, and the boss was very polite. But what's with him asking me to go eat Western food? Could that Western restaurant's culinary skills be so high that the competition is sincerely convinced by them?" Li Changsheng couldn't help but look back at the shop named 'American Western Buffet.' Hmm, he had remembered the name; he would go there next time.

Watching the guest who had finally walked away, the bald manager's smile immediately stiffened, his face turning green.

He glared viciously at the American Western Buffet across the street. The owner over there was a white guy with slight racial prejudices. Every time he looked at him, it was with an air of superiority. He strongly suspected that today's guest had been hired by the place across the street just to eat their restaurant into bankruptcy.

Because he was too full, Li Changsheng wasn't in a hurry to go back and prepared to stroll around to digest his food.

However, once he came out, Li Changsheng noticed people around him stealing glances at him from time to time, which made him frown. He had felt something was off when he first came out and thought he was overthinking it, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.

"It can't be that group from earlier trying to stalk and retaliate, and they don't look like people from back home either. It's not just one or two people eyeing me."

But soon, Li Changsheng realized he had overthought it. Because a beautiful white woman quickly approached him and asked in English if they could take a photo together.

Li Changsheng, confused, took her phone and posed for a photo with her. Mainly, this beauty was indeed good-looking, and she spoke nicely, but why?

Being suddenly asked for a photo by a stranger, Li Changsheng wasn't narcissistic enough to think that people would suddenly ask a stranger for a photo just because of his looks.

Moreover, this wasn't an isolated case. It seemed that after seeing one successful instance, many people nearby quickly came over to ask for photos, both men and women. Some young Black and white guys were even looking at Li Changsheng as if they were looking at an idol.

"Bruce Lee! Bruce Lee, can I take a picture with you?" A white kid even jumped up, holding his phone, and asked eagerly.

Bruce Lee? Li Changsheng was stunned. After asking around and learning the reason, Li Changsheng immediately didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The reason he caused so many people to vie for a photo was that he had become famous here.

Yes, the reason was still because when he was jogging in the morning, he was filmed practicing martial arts on the railings of the Golden Gate Bridge by passersby and people in cars, who then posted it to YouTube.

And that wasn't the only reason. On the other hand, the video of Li Changsheng instantly taking down three thugs last time had also been analyzed and compared, and it was discovered that it was the same person. The reason was simple: it was the clothes.

Li Changsheng looked gloomily at his My Little Pony hoodie. Damn it, he had bought this at the airport when he arrived in the US. Because he was in a rush, Li Changsheng hadn't packed many clothes, and plus his flight was about to take off, so he just grabbed a few identical ones and boarded.

He just hadn't noticed that this black hoodie had a My Little Pony pattern in the middle.

"I must change my clothes!"