Chapter 275 What a coincidence

The big seal's nose twitched, and he wrote on the tablet: [Hiland is a Sephiroth 4, while his subordinates range from 1 to 3, neither of them are on the Tao.]

"What do you say, buddy?" Vander squinted.

"3 seconds." Chu Hengkong said.

[Really? 3 seconds?] The big seal was surprised.

"It's best not to be too harsh, so it will take some time." Chu Hengkong knocked on the table, "But it sounds like this matter is not convenient for outsiders to interfere."

"Walk slowly, walk slowly, or you'll fall into a mud pit~"

Sirell agreed, putting on a gloating smirk. "Inspector Chu, you don't know this, but Bill 368 is a bombshell in city-state society, a milestone in ballot politics, unprecedented and likely unmatched."

Chu Hengkong had been in Europe and America for a long time, so he understood this aspect immediately: "Very stupid?"

"I have to say without hesitation that this is the stupidest bill in the Jingsha city-state in the past 300 years," said Sirel.

As a local animal, the Great Seal promptly gave a correction: [The most incompetent bill in the history of the Jingsha City-State.]

"So stupid it could be a joke at a party," Sreel scoffed. "Mr. Hiland downstairs might be acting foolishly, but he's opposing something even more foolish. If you were to give him a taste of his own medicine... I bet by this time tomorrow, the fact that Huilong City supports the bill will be on the headlines."

Politicians and the media are masters of exploiting an issue. Chu Hengkong had anticipated this possibility, which was why he didn't act immediately. He pushed Fander toward the center of the table, and the Eye Demon spoke for him, "But what that idiot downstairs is doing is a terrorist attack, far worse than a bill currently under consideration. It would be unkind of us to sit back and do nothing out of concern for our own side."

"Of course, we can't just stand by and watch. If we want to intervene, we have to find a way. Poets are good at speaking, but they are not good at fighting. Do the three masters have any tricks?"

Sreel clearly didn't want to get involved in this mess, and everyone had no hope for this slippery guy. The big seal showed a tablet and a dice: "I'm good at reading qi. If the opportunity arises, I can make a small impact."

"I have a relic that can bring a little bad luck to people." Chu Hengkong said.

"I only know hypnosis, but unfortunately I can't reach it." Vander spread his tentacles.

Threll plucked a strand of hair and drew a circle. Within the circle emerged the image of Hiland's face downstairs. He winked at Vander: "Can I reach it now?"

"Okay, okay..." Fan De smiled sinisterly, "Come on, I've come up with an idea. Let's confirm if it's feasible."

The big seal leaned over and gasped after hearing what he had said. Chu Hengkong looked troubled.

"Isn't that a bit immoral?"

"We're seriously fighting terrorism here! Doing good deeds and accumulating virtue!" Fan De said righteously, "Delay will lead to trouble. Buddy, you go first."

Unlike abilities like the Scythe of Misfortune, the Chain didn't risk being detected by Orlek's main body, so Chu Hengkong felt no pressure to use it. Thus, the Chain of Misfortune was quietly activated.

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"If you, the citizens, feel resentful, please feel free to curse me. Even if it means being sentenced to death by the city-state, we must awaken those who are still asleep. This is the resolution we take in order to awaken those who are still asleep..."

On the restaurant's ground floor, Hilander continued to speak incessantly to the camera. His men patrolled the restaurant with guns, occasionally daring diners with their rifles, drawing angry stares from the audience. The waiters standing nearby, their plates in hand, looked awkward, not knowing whether to serve or not.

Hilande appeared far more relaxed in his heart than he appeared. After attracting attention, the objective of this operation was essentially accomplished. From then on, being captured or not didn't matter. The actual weapons themselves meant little. Many of these foolish animals were physically capable of withstanding firearms, but they had lived in peaceful city-states for so long that they instinctively feared battle and violence. Perhaps even in the entire Shendong Realm, there wouldn't be another group so easily dealt with.

However, perhaps because he was too focused on his speech, Hilander didn't notice that he was standing a little too close to the unfortunate leopard cat waiter. His fist just grazed the leopard cat's plate, and the sticky mushroom seasoning oil used to mix the sashimi dangled on the edge of the plate.

The antler cat nervously warned: "Be careful!"

"What?"

Hiland turned his head warily, and his fist just brushed the edge of the oil bottle again, and the cup of orange-yellow seasoning oil fell down and hit Hiland's forehead.

"Boss?" "What's wrong, boss?" "What's the matter?"

The men turned their heads and tried to stifle their laughter. Under the smear of seasoning oil, Hiland's face turned a greasy yellow, with oil droplets dripping down his hair. He looked...

It's like someone poured water on my face...

Everyone in the restaurant was trying desperately to stifle laughter. Hiland's chest bulged with anger, and it took considerable effort for him to suppress his curse words. "It's okay!" he growled, then shook his head vigorously to shake off the oil droplets. However, this decision was unwise, as the oil droplets were flung everywhere, causing considerable secondary damage to his men who were close to him.

Now everyone looks like they have been doused.

"puff!"

Someone couldn't help laughing, and Hiland turned around angrily: "Who laughed?!"

The ghost host sat on the gold coin, trembling with fear: "Sir, you know, we are professional media professionals and we don't laugh out loud... unless it's really funny..."

Hilande angrily wiped his face, but the oil was so sticky that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it clean. "Shit!" he cursed, pulling over a stool and sitting down.

But when he was about to sit down, he realized something was wrong. He clearly had the feel of the stool but he didn't touch it at all. He was just sitting on the air!

On the second floor, Vander smirked sinisterly. On the first floor, Hiland subconsciously tried to use his strength to lift himself up, but his body refused to obey. So, in full view of the entire city-state, the greasy-faced terrorist sat down on the ground like a toddler.

And he made a "puff" sound as he sat on something on the ground.

The big seal on the second floor was grinning and fiddling with the dice. The guests on the first floor couldn't hold back any longer, and their laughter rang out. The ghost host couldn't hold it in any longer, and was laughing so hard that he was out of breath. Hiland slapped him, "Enough! Shut up!"

Chef Panda's quick hands and eyes scooped up the ghost host with one paw, and then the freshly made, yet uneaten, puffs with the other. Hiland's slap sent the table careening, sending the white tablecloth and the various cutlery caress caressing. He tilted his head back, caught in the oncoming tablecloth, and then the plate crashed down on his head! The plate shattered! The knife and fork clashed against the plate! The metal didn't shatter, but they stuck in the tablecloth like little antennae!

Hiland scrambled to his feet, holding onto the white tablecloth. For a moment, his vision was completely blank. He tried to pull the tablecloth away, but the sticky oil from the sticky mushrooms stuck it firmly to his face. He yelled at the antler cat through the tablecloth, "How dare you cook with this damned stuff?!"

The deer-horned cat felt aggrieved: "We usually only use half a spoon... You drank the whole pot by yourself, so you should compensate..."

"That's enough! Everyone, spread out and help the boss get rid of the tablecloth!" The guy who looked like his deputy gave the order, "Be careful not to get your hands dirty. Use a knife to scrape it off."

"Okay." A guy pulled out a dagger and stabbed him.

"Ah!!!" Hilander suddenly jumped up, screaming like a pig being slaughtered. The dagger was stuck in his buttocks.

The deputy was anxious: "Where the hell are you stabbing?!"

"Fuck, I'm not..." The guy was in a panic, "The boss smells too strong, I can't tell..."

"Shut up, give me the knife, I'll do it myself!" Hiland yelled, "Be serious, all of you! Stop laughing!"

His intimidating power was now almost negligible, and the guests were practically laughing. Hiland strode forward to grab the dagger, but he didn't see the corner of the long tablecloth dangling just below his feet. He stepped on the tablecloth, lost his balance, and leaped forward, arms outstretched like a graceful white swan.

The oily soles of his shoes greatly reduced friction, allowing him to slide at a rapid speed. Hiland kicked hard, trying to steady his center of gravity, but as luck would have it, some wicked person on the second floor threw a chicken bone downstairs, and the bone landed right under Hiland's foot.

As a result, Hiland's foot stepped on a bone, causing him to fall suddenly. His burly body flew across half of the restaurant lobby with a scream and landed right in the fresh seafood pool.

It was fish feeding time, and the hungry fish, smelling the greasy smell on Hilander's body, rushed up to him, their mouths wide open, to lick his food. Hilander, under the white cloth, was at a loss for a moment, feeling as if dozens of large mouths were coming at him from all directions, their movements extremely vulgar!

"Fuck! Get out!" Hiland yelled in horror, "What the hell are you perverts?!"

The bite force of these sea fish was so strong that in the blink of an eye, they had ripped his pants to shreds, even chewing a large hole in his underpants. Hiland leaped up, pants in hand, and kicked the nagging fish. One of the squid-like creatures, provoked, sprayed a large amount of brown ink, which splashed all over his head and face.

He grabbed the squid and ripped the tablecloth off its face with all his might. He roared a few times before realizing his current situation in the mirror. Hiland's face flushed the color of liver. He pointed at the camera crystal and roared, "Cut it off! No more filming!"

The director desperately tried to protect the camera: "No! The ratings have reached an all-time high! This is the first time in the history of our station that the ratings have reached the top. Even the king of the world can't cut it today!"

Hiland was so angry that he almost fainted. He couldn't even remember what he was doing there. He just yelled, "Smash it!"

However, the loyal younger brothers remained silent. In the brief silence, only the sound of "puffing" continued to be heard. The sound came from a mushroom that was flattened by someone's butt a few seconds ago.

Including his younger brother, everyone in the hall looked at him in horror. More than 80% of the diners had looks containing horrifying connotations such as "shameless", "lecher", "shameless", etc. A few diners began to loosen their collars.

Hiland's face was filled with horror: "What are you doing up? What do you mean? Why are you taking off your clothes?!"

A younger brother put his arm around his broad shoulders, his eyes dazed.

"Boss...you smell so good..."

Hiland got goosebumps all over his body. "What the hell is going on?! What's that smell?!"

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On the second floor, the big seal raised his writing board with a smirk.

[The ink from soft bean mushrooms and tender squid is the raw material for making a unique perfume.]

"...What does this perfume mean?"

"Biological gender is male, psychological gender is female." Vander smirked, "Hotly seeking a partner."

Chu Hengkong quickly put away the chains: "Wish him good luck."

(End of this chapter)