"Shit! How could you put those poor things in the pot?!"

Inside LB's kitchen, a figure wearing a dark green vest appeared.

"Mr. Deep Sea, we already agreed on this in the contract, didn't we?"

"All you need to do is promote the ocean for us."

Chef Eric looked at Deep Sea, who walked with his toes slightly turned inward, shrank his neck, and explained to LB.

"Fuck..."

Hearing the cries of the marine life around him, Shen Hai felt that the cooks in front of him were all demons.

Although many seafoods, such as oysters, abalone, and sea cucumbers, do not even have a concrete consciousness, they can only utter meaningless murmurs.

But the pain is there.

Every living thing will scream in pain when it is hurt.

The same applies to these seafoods.

"I don't care, you have to release these seafood right now!"

Deep Sea yelled at Eric.

Eric felt completely overwhelmed.

Didn't Walter say that he would just let the Deep Sea come over, take a few pictures, and then nothing would happen?

Why has it become like this?

Good heavens, LB is a French seafood restaurant, and you're telling us to put all the seafood in?

Not to mention that LB closed down immediately after the release.

If you really release them, where can you send all this fresh seafood here?

The sewer?

"Mr. Deep Sea, please calm down..."

Several chefs in the kitchen tried to calm the deep sea, but the knives they held were stained with the blood of marine life.

This caused Shenhai's already bad mood to collapse even more.

He had a urge to strip naked, knock out all the guys in front of him, and take all the seafood with him.

Just like when he planned to steal dolphins.

"Stay away from me!"

He took a curled-up octopus from the kitchen cutting board, grabbed a cleaver with his other hand, pointed at the chefs, and shouted.

......

Eric took a deep breath and turned to look at the waiter in charge of Homelander.

Fortunately, Homelander, the leader of the Vought Seven superheroes, is currently dining in their restaurant.

Due to Homelander's special status, LB adopted a confidential reception method, with only the waiters, head chef, and manager knowing of his arrival.

The other chefs only knew that there was a glutton in one of the private rooms.

The plates were being delivered to that private room in a continuous stream, like an assembly line.

"Mr. Deep Sea, please calm down. Mr. Homelander wouldn't want to see you like this."

Seeing Shenhai walk towards Chef Eric, the waiter mustered his courage, walked up to the chef, and tried to calm Shenhai down.

Unfortunately, it's better not to mention Homelander; the mere mention of his name makes Deepsea feel dizzy and lightheaded.

He felt a sharp pain in his crotch; the little octopus that had carbonized earlier still hadn't found a good way to grow back.

He's not good enough now.

"Shit!"

He picked up a kitchen knife and slashed at the waiter.

That knife was mainly used for processing fish bones; it was very sharp.

Crimson droplets splashed onto Shen Hai's face, and his somewhat deranged expression suddenly returned to normal.

Shen Hai shuddered violently, looking at the waiter whose arm he had severed, who was groaning in pain and then instantly going into shock from the intense pain. The knife in his hand fell to the ground.

"Fuck! No, I didn't, I..."

Shen Hai looked at the scene before him, just like when the train engine hit the girl.

The difference is that last time there was only Hughie as a witness, while this time, the entire restaurant kitchen was the witness.

Inside the LB restaurant, there were also many middle-class elites enjoying their meals.

It's over, it's over.

Deep in the sea, that face with crimson pupils seemed to reappear before his eyes.

He lay trembling on the ground, the octopus in his hand crushed under his fingers with a soft thud.

Looking at his hands, one covered in human blood and the other in fragments of octopus, Deepsea's hand trembled as he reached for the knife once more...

Under Eric's horrified gaze, he... fainted?

"no?"

Eric had initially thought that the Deep Sea was about to go on a killing spree and wipe them all out.

As a result... he fainted?

ha?

"Quick, call an ambulance!"

"Hurry up and go, does anyone know how to stop the bleeding? I have to leave for a bit."

Eric needs to find Homelander, since the problem originated from the Deep Sea.

The remaining chefs stared at the waiter's severed arm, blood gushing out as if it were free.

If those organ traffickers saw this, they would be heartbroken.

"Use fire to stop the bleeding first, otherwise Hawke will surely die."

The chefs stirred and pulled out their cooking torches, which they used to process seafood, and sprayed flames at the waiter's broken wound where the bone was visible.

The bleeding stopped, but his joints were charred.

The poor waiter had just received a $10,000 tip from Homelander and now he'd lost an arm.

Perhaps because he protected Chef Eric, he won't lose his job, but from now on, he'll only be able to use his other hand.

Becoming disabled is difficult to accept for a waiter working in a three-Michelin-starred restaurant.

Eric's chef's uniform was stained with blood, but the guests outside didn't seem surprised.

Isn't it normal to have some blood in the kitchen?

"Hey! Mr. Eric, why hasn't my food arrived yet?"

"Exactly! What happened in the kitchen today? Why are they so late?"

"I've been waiting for ten minutes!"

The guests' attention was instead drawn to their plates, which had been sitting untouched for a long time.

"Ahem, something happened at LB today, and it may take some time to resolve. Please forgive us."

Eric, covered in blood, said apologetically to the guests present.

"Everyone's purchases are 50% off today."

After calming the guests down, Eric arrived at the door of the private room that Homelander had reserved.

dong dong dong.

Inside the room, Homelander raised his head and turned to look outside the door.

He had to ask the waiter why it took six minutes to bring the food this time.

However, his super vision penetrated the wall, and he saw a face completely different from the waiter's.

Most importantly, this person was covered in blood.

"Qi Mu, I'm going out for a bit."

Homelander smiled at Qi Mu, walked to the door, pushed it open, and didn't give Eric and Qi Mu a chance to meet.

Nonsense, how could he let a guy covered in blood dirty Qi Mu's eyes?

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