Chapter 55 [Seeking support and collection]
Xue Rui said, "It's impossible to get the butcher to go to the chef on his own initiative. He doesn't seem like the type to leave his slaughterhouse. The only way is to get the chef to come to the slaughterhouse and then have a conflict with the butcher."
Zhou Feng said, "This is the most difficult part. More importantly... we can't put the items we've collected into our backpacks. What if we lose them..."
Xue Rui: "Let's not talk about that now."
Fang Hong said coldly, "The only way now is to use ourselves as bait to lure the chef to the butcher's side, and then get him to cross the line and enter the butcher's territory."
"I hope no one has any objections."
They were all survivors of attacks from other bosses, so they naturally had no objections to this last resort and all nodded silently.
Xue Rui said, "The two injured people won't be able to run fast and might get caught. You two should go and crouch near where we've hidden the props. Don't let anyone get close to those props."
Zhou Feng: "I almost forgot, we also need to guard the props. This is very important. After all, the chef has two waiters working for him. If they split up, we might get raided."
Fang Hong frowned slightly. "If that's the case, those two people aren't enough. They're still injured, and those two waiters are quite strong."
It's clear that Fang Hong had a physical altercation with the two waiters before.
Zhou Feng then selected two more people with minor injuries, saying, "You two can go with us. Four people should be enough to guard the area. The remaining eight people, including myself, will be responsible for luring the chef."
Everyone agreed on this, and it's not fair to say that the side guarding the hidden items is safer; no one knows what might happen until the very end.
In order to get through customs as quickly as possible, they had no other choice.
The chef had just returned to his restaurant and hadn't even stepped into the kitchen when he saw players peeking at them from a short distance away on the street.
His eyes lit up, widening as if they were about to pop out, and a drooling smile spread across his face.
"Huh? They've finally shown up. I thought they were going to hide forever."
The chef grabbed his cleaver and said, "You two keep an eye on my shop. I'm going out for a walk."
As he stepped out of the shop, he saw the owner of the hotel across the street standing at the door, looking at him. The owner was standing right inside the door frame.
A hint of regret flashed in the chef's eyes. What a pity, if only he had taken one more step outside, he could have started cooking.
Jiang Xiali smiled and waved at him, "Wow, you're really dedicated."
The chef said, "Oh, not at all, I only tried a little harder. By the way, would you like to come with me?"
Jiang Xiali snorted, "I have no interest."
Do you really think he's a fool? The moment he steps out of the hotel, this chef could kill him. I wonder if things are going well with the butcher.
The chef's eyes were filled with greedy desire, but his attention was quickly diverted. The players were about to disappear from his sight, so he had to hurry over.
"Hahahaha... Ahahahahaha!!"
"Run, run, run faster... If you don't run faster, I'll catch up with you and chop off your hands and feet to make soup!"
"It must be delicious, hehehehe..."
As he chased after the player, brandishing his knife, he kept licking his lips, as if savoring something delicious.
The chef was obese, but he was surprisingly fast; every time his foot landed, the ground seemed to vibrate.
Zhou Feng and his companions ran with all their might towards their destination, barely managing to maintain a certain distance from him.
Even so, the distance is slowly getting shorter, and if they are delayed, they may be caught up.
Fortunately, the distance from the restaurant to the slaughterhouse was not far. So, Zhou Feng and his team led the chefs to run laps around the slaughterhouse. Although the chefs ran relatively fast, they were much slower when turning corners.
In this way, Zhou Feng and the others could create distance between themselves and him when he slowed down and turned.
At this very moment, Lin Leyou was inside the slaughterhouse, on high alert. This chef... although he had been avoiding trespassing on his territory, there were players nearby causing trouble and trying to entice him, so he could come in at any time.
He can then strike first.
If killing other players yields so many points and coins, what would you get for killing a mini-boss that intrudes into your territory?
Lin Leyou's nerves were on edge, his alert level was at its maximum, and his eyes, hidden in the darkness, seemed to be stained with blood, appearing dark red.
His eyes followed the sound of the chef's footsteps outside the wall, and the knife in his hand was ready to strike at any moment.
We can't afford to mess things up now.
Although holding a knife for a long time would make his mind more and more crazy and irritable, he couldn't care less about that now. Unless he really lost his mind, he would never put down the knife.
Fortunately, the players still alive outside didn't disappoint him. The chef kept chasing them, but after a while, he couldn't keep up with his stamina, and then...
As a result, he accidentally slipped while turning a corner, and his entire obese body crashed into the already damaged wall of the slaughterhouse.
With a loud crash, a large section of the wall collapsed, and Lin Leyou saw several pieces of broken bricks roll down to his feet and stop.
The cook, finding no foothold, fell down along with the wall, most of his body rolling into the butcher's territory.
The chef immediately realized he had been forcibly given a negative status effect. "No, I have to do it right now..."
He had just braced himself with his hands on the ground to get up when he saw a pair of familiar shoes come into view. The butcher was here...
He slowly raised his head, and perhaps due to nervousness, his smile looked forced. "Hi, hello, Butcher..."
Lin Leyou greeted him warmly, "Hello, chef..."
He didn't waste any time. The chef had just been too fat and round and hadn't reacted in time to get up and leave, but if he had been given a little more time, things might have been different.
Thinking of this, he did not hesitate and directly raised the sharp knife in his hand and stabbed down hard.
"ah--"
The next second, Lin Leyou heard the chef let out a piercing and shrill scream. He realized that the chef had not died after the knife was cut!
Lin Leyou felt a sudden buzzing in his head, and his entire vision seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blood-red mist, making it difficult to see many things clearly.
In that instant, his mind was suddenly filled with rage and killing intent, and he could clearly feel his rationality rapidly slipping away.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
He covered his mouth, letting out a suppressed laugh, which gradually turned into a loud laugh.
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