"Can."

Hua Wujue agreed. He slowly brought the teacup back to his lips and took another sip of tea.

Black and White Impermanence took their leave.

They walked out of the 꽭-shaped private room.

Go teach that knowledgeable guy a lesson.

"Who is looking for trouble? Don't you know that this is your master Hei's plate?" Hei Wuchang cast a cold gaze at the other party.

The waiter seemed to have found his backbone. At this moment, his face was full of fear and he almost crawled away.

"Master, they are just a bunch of bandits. They want to see you without asking any questions and even smashed our store!"

The waiter shouted in a sad and angry tone.

"You go first." Hei Wuchang nodded, his eyes became colder.

The waiter wiped his tears hastily and ran to the back hall.

He dared not get involved in such a situation.

Bai Wuchang even pulled out the bench next to him and sat on it calmly.

"You... are the black and white chefs."

The person who came was a bald man with a mustache, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was wearing a half-dress that revealed his muscular body, and he was holding a mace hanging on his shoulder.

He was looking at the two of them with a scrutinizing and provocative look, recklessly.

Next to him sat a middle-aged man with a sage-like appearance, gray hair, an upright posture, and cold eyes, drinking tea calmly.

The Black and White Impermanence's gaze fell on the middle-aged man.

“I’ve been calling you for so long, why did you take so long to come out?” The man holding the mace pointed it at them.

But the Black and White Impermanence didn't look at him.

Instead, he was still looking at the middle-aged man.

The huge bloody smell came from the man in front of him holding the mace.

It was this middle-aged man in white clothes with an immortal look.

The one who came from Taixu Immortal Realm.

It's him.

Not this guy in front of me.

"You didn't hear me talking to you, did you?" The man holding the mace was impatient and simply threw the mace out, hitting the Black Impermanence directly.

The people watching around gasped. They had been hiding aside from the beginning, and because of this big man, they didn't dare to run away. They all huddled under the table.

Seeing this scene, Yu's heart was in his throat.

Zuixianlou’s fame all comes from the black and white chefs.

If the Black and White Chef died, then the Zuixianlou would also fall into decline.

As a diner, you should be concerned about the quality of the restaurant.

But...

The Black and White Chef is so famous, and the food here is really delicious. They really wanted to see this scene happen.

Then where are we going to eat in the future?

This is the main concern.

The main concern is that both the black and white chefs were killed for no apparent reason.

Being with this killed embryo, isn't their situation also very dangerous?

This is what they care about most.

As for Hei Wuchang, when he saw the mace coming towards him at high speed, a trace of indifference flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand, a sonic boom was heard in the air, and the mace was actually held straight in his hand.

This guy was dumbfounded.

The owner of the mace narrowed his eyes, flashing a dangerous light.

The middle-aged man with a sage-like demeanor continued to sip his tea without making any other movement.

The guests hiding behind the table were dumbfounded.

The black and white chef who looks frail and fragile in ordinary days.

How could he have such strength?

He grabbed the mace with one hand. My good man, judging from the force of the attack just now, if he was a warrior, he would definitely be able to take it.

However, the next scene made them stare their eyes out.

Hei Wuchang exerted a little force, and with his five fingers together, the mace immediately turned into powder and shattered.

Bai Wuchang snorted coldly and attacked fiercely.

Everyone only saw a flash of white light, which seemed to be accompanied by a series of sonic booms, while Bai Wuchang was still sitting on the chair.

I didn't see clearly what it was just now.

Only to see the bald man's face suddenly turned terrified, and he hurriedly formed a seal with his hands in front of him, and something similar to a mirror appeared in his hand.

It was a pure ghost power belonging to Bai Wuchang, and its power was comparable to that of an ordinary person.

Before the bald man could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the protective goggles in his hand shattered into pieces. In his horrified eyes, a dent the size of a fist appeared on his chest, filled with blood and flesh.

"you…!"

He only had time to raise his fingers, his eyes filled with horror, and he frantically used his spiritual power to suppress it. Amid the blood and flesh of the Nazis, it seemed as if something was preventing his body from healing. His flesh and blood grew and was destroyed again and again.

The bald man was obviously in great pain. He spurted out a mouthful of blood, covered his chest in pain, and knelt on the ground.

The blood flowed on the table and onto the customers hiding behind the table, making them scream in fear.

The middle-aged man just glanced at her calmly without any emotion, and continued to drink the tea in his hand.

At the end, I still forgot to exclaim: "Good tea."

"Master, save me!"

The bald man's eyes were full of pleading, and he tried his best to stretch out his bloody palm.

The middle-aged man known as the Master simply glanced at him indifferently.

Then he said something that made him despair.

"Skills are skills. I have never asked you to provoke others. Since you have beaten others, you are dead, and you have no one else to blame."

꽭 Zun had an indifferent expression, not caring at all that the dying guy was his relative.

"Zhou Zun!"

The bald man wailed, his eyes filled with regret, but in the end, the ghost energy on his chest disturbed him, so he just closed his eyes and his body gradually became cold.

He is dead.

The opening was extremely arrogant, and the ending was extremely tragic.

But is this the end of it?

I'm afraid you can see it.

Because the middle-aged man, the master, put down the tea in his hand and sprinkled it on the ground.

"When you are on business outside, if you offer wine to me, I will offer you tea."

"This is just a hasty farewell for you."

This strange scene made everyone stunned.

The Black and White Impermanence looked solemn, as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

They could feel the aura of the guy in front of them growing stronger and stronger, and had surpassed them.

Those who understood the situation looked at each other.

Since you are here to give him a farewell with tea and wine, why did you rescue him just now?

Is this a contradiction?

Or is it that for some reason, that bald man must die?

The reason soon became clear.

"Although you have no skills, you are still my person after all."

"If you die, I won't interfere. But after you die, killing you would be an offense to my majesty. If you disobey me, you will die."