I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

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Then he snorted:

"That's more like it. Eat quickly, then let's go find Himeko and the others."

Chapter 23 Bloodshed

Before March 7th could finish speaking, a clerk next to him suddenly stood up, his finger trembling as he pointed at Qiye:

"You, you're the one who blocked the laser!"

Qi Ye raised her head, still chewing on braised pork.

This shout triggered a chain reaction, and several staff members around him simultaneously put down their chopsticks and gathered around.

In the blink of an eye, the dining table was completely blocked.

"Hero! It really is you! I watched the playback more than a dozen times while I was on night shift in the monitoring room!"

"Dude, your chicken god outfit is so cool! Can I get your autograph? Just on my uniform!"

"Me too! I was the clerk who was surrounded by flanks at the observation post that day. If it weren't for your banana-cutting technique, I would have been dead long ago!"

Qiye swallowed the meat in her mouth and looked down at her plate, which she hadn't even had a chance to eat a second bite of.

He looked up again at the growing crowd in front of him.

He took a deep breath and slammed his chopsticks on the table.

"No, could you please let me finish my meal first?"

I finally managed to snatch this little bit of meat from that robot called 9527.

"You've all crowded around me before I've even taken a few bites..."

"The autograph will be quick! It'll just be a signature! It won't take up your meal!"

The clerk at the front had already handed the stylus to Qiye.

Qi Ye looked at the pen in her hand, then at the expectant eyes of the other staff members around her, and her lips twitched.

Just as he was about to speak, an arm suddenly reached out from the side and put its arm around his shoulder.

Xing had somehow ended up standing next to him.

With his other hand, he pushed a pair of sunglasses, which he had somehow acquired, onto his nose.

Then he took out his portable terminal from his pocket, with the screen facing outwards, and a QR code was already displayed on it.

"Queue up, scan the code, 500 yuan per serving. No credit allowed."

The entire cafeteria fell silent instantly.

The first clerk's hand, holding the stylus, froze in mid-air, his expression shifting from enthusiasm to astonishment.

"You have to charge for autographs?"

"Heroes need to eat too."

The star opens its mouth.

"And as you just saw, his flesh was shaken off by the robot."

"We can't even afford meat, why should we get free autographs?"

Qi Ye turned to look at Xing's face, half of which was covered by sunglasses, and only one thought came to her mind.

Why didn't he think of charging a fee?

He immediately put his chopsticks aside, straightened his collar, and put on that standard business smile again.

He stretched out his palm and pressed it down on the staff members, signaling them to calm down.

"Excuse me, everyone, what the agent says goes."

Five hundred per serving, fair and honest to all, young and old.

After all, I'm a professional.

"The package price is 900, which includes an autograph, a photo, and a customized line."

For example, "You're so beautiful, chicken!" Payment is required before signing; no credit allowed.

The cafeteria fell silent for a moment. Then, without hesitation, the first staff member pulled out his terminal and scanned the code.

"Nine hundred! Scanned! Hero, give me a set meal! Just write 'To the coolest observer on the space station'!"

"I want a set meal too! Can't the dialogue just say 'Banana Slices'?"

"Then I'll write about the arrival of the Chicken God!"

March 7th stood on the periphery of the crowd, holding his own plate, the soup in the bowl on the plate had completely gone cold.

She watched Xing skillfully use a baseball bat to maintain order in the queue and to collect payments via a terminal.

Then I saw Qi Ye sitting at the table, signing his name with a flourish, looking smug.

I feel like my blood pressure, as the only normal person on the Starry Sky Train, has broken records once again.

Just then, a sound that drowned out all the noise burst out from behind the food serving window.

"Warning! Unauthorized commercial activity detected in the cafeteria! Warning!"

9527 appeared out from behind the food serving window at some point, holding the large iron ladle used for serving food.

Asahi Night approached the table.

It is only half a person tall.

But the iron spoon gleamed coldly under the light, its aura comparable to that of an elite soldier in the antimatter legion.

According to Article 37 of the "Regulations on Internal Management of the Black Tower Space Station".

Any profit-making activity conducted in public areas must apply for a permit from the Logistics Department in advance!

The iron spoon from 9527 pointed at Qiye and Xing, and the electronic sound rose by at least ten decibels.

Do you have a license?

Qi Ye was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the robot law enforcement officer.

He glanced at the stylus in his hand, then at the approaching 9527, and lowered his voice to ask Xing:

"Is there really such a rule on the space station?"

"do not know."

Xing continued to hold up the QR code, her expression unchanged.

"But it's a food-serving robot, not a security robot."

It's none of its business.

"What did you say?!"

9527 clearly caught Xing's words and slammed the iron spoon hard on the ground.

"This machine is not only the seventh-generation automatic food serving robot of the logistics department, but also a part-time order manager in the canteen area!"

Do you object to this machine's enforcement authority?!

Xing finally put down the QR code, pushed up his sunglasses, and glanced in the direction of 9527.

Then she turned to Qiye and said:

"It just shook your flesh."

Qiye's expression changed instantly.

He turned his head and looked at 9527, but the look in his eyes was no longer that of a businessman looking at a potential customer.

It was a vengeful person who finally got his chance for revenge.

He put the stylus on the table, stood up, and stretched his wrists.

Then spread your arms out in front of you and back, striking a pose of economic independence.

"I'll hit!"

Qi Ye beckoned to 9527 with his finger, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"Kid, let's settle both the old and new scores! Don't you have an iron spoon?"

Come on, shoot this way!

The ancestor will give you three moves today, no, he'll give you ten moves!

If you manage to touch the hem of the patriarch's robe, he'll immediately grant you a monthly cafeteria pass!

The 9527 iron spoon trembled slightly.

But instead of backing away, it placed the iron spoon on the table next to it.

Then it slightly bent its legs, and its two mechanical arms extended one in front of the other, assuming a Wing Chun starting stance.

"Young man, just because I'm not showing my teeth doesn't mean I'm a pushover!"

The electronic tone of 9527 suddenly changed, turning into a synthesized tone full of fighting spirit.

"This machine is not only the seventh-generation automatic food serving robot of the logistics department."

It is also a test platform for the combat database inside the Black Tower Space Station!

This device has the complete Jeet Kune Do, Wing Chun, and Muay Thai programs downloaded.

Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Shaolin 72 Arts... an action package!

Which set would you like to try?

The surrounding staff members were in an uproar.

There was no more signing or scanning of QR codes; everyone just held their trays and formed a huge circle.

Surround Qiye and 9527 in the very center.

Someone stood on the chair.

Some people used their plates as drumheads and banged them with their chopsticks, while others picked up their portable devices and turned on the recording function.

"Go, heroes! Let's teach 9527 a lesson!"

It ate twelve pieces of braised pork from me last month!

"Let's fight! Let's fight! I want to see rivers of blood!"

"The betting has started!"

Hero pays 1 to 1 for every win, 9527 pays 10 to every win!

The hero used a banana to cut off a 0.5% payout!

"I'm betting on the hero! Five hundred credits! With Chicken God!"

"I'm betting on 9527! It can summon other robots in the kitchen!"

Qi Ye looked at 9527's starting stance, which looked incredibly impressive.

Hearing the enthusiastic shouts of the staff around him, his lips twitched.

He turned to look at Xing, who had already put away the QR code at some point.

He was resting his chin on his baseball bat, intently observing the impending showdown.