Siheyuan: I Called the Police at the Beginning

"Alright, sir, please wait a moment."

Faced with such a generous guest as Geng Ping'an, the waiter was naturally overjoyed and immediately sang loudly towards the kitchen.

"Distinguished guests on the second floor, please bring one of all the signature dishes! How generous!"

Ok.

After a few dishes were served, the attentive waiter brought them up, saying, "Please enjoy your meal, sir."

Geng Ping'an realized it was his own fault.

They actually thought the restaurants in this world were normal.

Actually, when I heard the shouts of the vendors around me...

We should be more vigilant.

Looking at the plump earthworm still wriggling in front of me, the eyeballs of some suspicious creature, and the fresh, blood-red heart with its veins showing.

These things are actually the restaurant's best specialty dishes.

Look at the waiter's earnest and envious eyes.

Geng Ping'an ultimately couldn't bring himself to ask the question.

Before the waiter served the food, he didn't even remind him or confirm with him whether he really wanted to order these dark dishes.

Judging from the way the other customers were looking at him, they were undoubtedly the same as the waiter.

No one seemed surprised; instead, they were all envious of his extravagant spending, seemingly oblivious to the problem with the dishes on his table.

She genuinely wanted to take his place and enjoy the delicious food on his table.

Geng Ping'an understood. This world was indeed abnormal. He blamed himself for not expecting to be stabbed like this before he showed off his arrogance.

However, he really didn't expect that the signature dish of a big restaurant would be so hard to swallow.

After all, he had assumed that with so many people eating at the restaurant, the food must be pretty good.

The old man didn't look closely.

The so-called specialty dishes turned out to be increasingly bizarre and disgusting.

On the contrary, it's the side dishes that ordinary customers can afford.

It was much more normal than the elaborate dishes he ordered.

This is the set meal he remembers from ancient times, featuring roast chicken, beef, yellow wine, and a whole host of dishes that a chivalrous hero should eat.

"Waiter, come here for a moment. How many specialty dishes do we have left? I'll give you the money, and then you can bring me some of the regular dishes they eat. These specialty dishes are too unique; I don't really like them."

Recruit the waiter.

Before the waiter noticed that his expression was slightly stiff and unpleasant, and assumed that he was going to renege on his debt or try to dine and dash, the waiter noticed his expression.

Geng Pingan said that he would continue to serve these dishes and would pay the full amount in advance.

But before that, serve him a few simple side dishes to fill his stomach.

"Okay, Master."

He saw Geng Ping'an throw a gold bar at him.

The waiter was overjoyed, as there was more than enough money to pay for several tables of specialty dishes.

They didn't care why Geng Ping'an ordered a table full of specialty dishes but didn't touch them. Instead, they urged him to bring out some ordinary side dishes that only ordinary people would eat.

Perhaps this is the happiness and quirk of the wealthy.

Under the power of money.

Soon, the waiter brought out several side dishes.

Then more and more, including fried insects with live eggs and other specialty dishes that made Geng Ping'an's brows twitch slightly, were served.

This almost made Geng Ping'an lose his last bit of appetite.

Without any hesitation, all the specialty dishes were piled up in the corner of the large table, forming a tall stack.

They didn't care that chunks of meat and soup were spilled all over the floor.

Geng Ping'an simply placed a few simple, unpretentious beef and chicken dishes in front of him and began to eat.

They let the cheap dishes that others considered worthless take up a large portion of the table.

And all the specialty dishes were pushed aside.

Geng Pingan finally got to eat a normal bite of beef.

The taste was alright.

In the world of high-level martial arts, the seasonings and ingredients here are far more advanced and sophisticated than in ancient times.

Its preparation was not much different from the refined cuisine of the modern world. Geng Ping'an ordered a table full of specialty dishes and ate them in a hearty manner.

He was already attracting attention, and there were many fierce-looking men dressed as martial artists, carrying knives and swords, staring intently at him.

I wonder if they saw him as a fat sheep to be preyed upon.

Now, he has ordered a table full of fancy dishes and paid for them with gold at an inflated price, yet he refuses to eat a single bite of the specialty dishes—a truly bizarre act.

This has attracted a lot of attention and curiosity.

For a moment, the sounds of eating and talking in the entire restaurant became much quieter and slower.

Geng Ping'an's plan to learn about this world by talking to people from all walks of life at the restaurant, much like the protagonist in a novel, was thwarted.

"Kid, if you're not going to eat this food, I'm kind-hearted and I'll eat it for you."

After observing for a while longer, they probably realized that the pretty boy Geng Ping'an was indeed not dangerous.

He's just a naive young man with plenty of money, fresh out of school.

Several burly men at the next table, who looked fierce and had scars and other injuries on their chests and faces, exchanged glances.

He suddenly stood up.

They arrived together in front of Geng Ping'an.

He slammed his hand on the table.

It was clearly an attempt to usurp someone else's place.

Damn it, since he ordered it but didn't want to eat it anyway, they decided to be good people and not stand to see others waste food.

They planned to get Geng Ping'an out of there, and they helped him finish off the delicious food on the table.

Faced with the provocation of several burly men.

Geng Ping'an was not trembling with fear or spouting classical phrases as everyone had imagined, nor was he arguing with a group of obviously unreasonable martial artists like a novice.

He simply put down his chopsticks, his gaze indifferent.

They didn't seem to take the others seriously at all.

No one knew what distant, unreachable place Geng Ping'an was looking at at that moment.

He said in an icy tone.

"I was just looking to get some information from some people, and you bunch of blind fools delivered yourselves right to my door."

"What do you mean?"

Geng Ping'an's words made the others realize that something was wrong.

If Geng Ping'an isn't a fool, then he must be very confident.

They possess the strength or trump card to scare them.

Could it be that he's pretending to be weak while actually being strong, or perhaps he's some powerful figure they don't know, or even an old monster deliberately acting young?

Although they were several burly men, they wouldn't be intimidated by Geng Ping'an's casual remark.

But they also became more cautious.

Whether he has powerful backers or is simply a strong individual himself.

In short, as soon as they make a mistake or realize they are not as skilled as others, they immediately run away or admit defeat.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

The burly men were flexible and willing to negotiate peacefully with Geng Ping'an.

Geng Ping'an, however, was no longer giving them a chance.

Said.

"Since you want to eat my meal, I'll give it to you. Anyway, I don't like eating this junk."

"But as a token of my gratitude, you should also do me a small favor, which is to let me see the information in your brains."

Geng Ping'an's powerful soul force allowed him to easily master several demonic soul-searching techniques from the cultivation world.

He didn't use it before, simply because there was no need for it.

But since the other party had offended him, he didn't hold back and stopped talking about human rights.

Originally, Geng Ping'an could have gotten the information from them.

But it's too troublesome, and you might be deceived by some deadly lies.

Therefore, searching the soul is still more satisfying.

So Geng Ping'an simply opted for a soul search, which was efficient, simple, and could also serve as a warning to others, preventing a bunch of clueless people from constantly harassing him. (End of Chapter)