Biochemical-Grade Old-Jar Alligator Offal

"Hey guys, even food delivery isn't this punctual, is it?"

Sing Sing joked, slightly lifting his toes, and the metal trash can next to him suddenly flew up.

He grabbed it with one hand and smashed the trash can against the window.

"Clang!"

At the same time, the sound of a wooden door being violently smashed open rang out, and six burly figures barged into the shop.

"Monster! A monster has come to our door!"

The "Thuram" huddled under the counter, trembling.

Having already died once, he had an instinctive fear of these Cleaners exuded murderous intent.

Right now, he wished he could shove himself into the drawer of the counter.

"What's the panic? Don't panic in a crisis, first take out your phone and post it on social media..."

Sing Sing moved like an eel, weaving through a small space.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a heartbreaking sight.

The bastard in the lead stomped on and crushed the potted green plant that he had just brought in from outside!

Those were just office greenery assets he casually acquired!

"Damn it!"

Sing Sing's eyes reddened, and he pointed at the leader, cursing loudly.

"You stepped on my pothos?! Do you know what an innocent pothos plant means to a working person who breathes formaldehyde every day?"

"That's the eye of the feng shui arrangement on the desktop! Damaging public property, a major demerit! Your perfect attendance record will be docked!"

Nobody paid any attention to him.

Two Cleaners swung their vibrating machetes from the left and right.

Lao Zhou shrank back, and the wooden frame above his head shattered with a crash.

The liquid reservoirs on the shoulder armor of these Cleaners then sprayed out a foul-smelling, black acidic liquid.

"Holy crap, it even spits? Has no manners?!"

Sing Sing rolled on the spot and smashed open the wooden door leading to the back.

Looking around, I realized it was a kitchen.

Sing Sing used his toes to lift the double-handled iron pot from under the stove, caught it with one hand, and picked up a thick-backed cleaver from the cutting board with the other.

"Oh, you're planning to make us a midnight snack?"

The Cleaners leader, accompanied by two subordinates, squeezed into the cramped kitchen, glanced at the pot, and chuckled.

The boss's prosthetic arm hydraulic pump was pressurized to its maximum, causing the Blade to sweep across Sing Sing's neck.

"Since you've asked so sincerely..."

"Arhat Heaven-Flipping Stir-Fry!"

Sing Sing gave a low shout and smashed the cast iron pot against the descending blade.

Clang!

The clanging of metal against metal caused the earthenware pots to shatter.

The vibrating cleaver, capable of cutting through iron like mud, was forcibly deflected by the shockwave.

The leader stared in disbelief as the hydraulic pump in the mechanical right arm suddenly lost pressure, and the recoil nearly dislodged the shoulder connector of the prosthesis.

"Of all martial arts techniques, none are invincible! Only speed is unbreakable!"

Sing Sing gave a low shout, and the kitchen knife in his hand flew.

Click!

Sizzle!

The Cleaners leader's forearm was ripped off and smashed into a pile of scattered parts on the ground.

"Ouch! My hand!"

The leader, clutching his severed arm, retreated, and Lao Zhou gave chase.

Nearby, another Cleaners attempted to spray high-pressure acid.

"Well done! Receive the blessing!"

Sing Sing scooped up the large iron pot in mid-air and actually caught the ball of strong acid inside.

He swung the pot with a flick of his wrist, tracing an arc along the path of the acid.

"The original soup helps digest the original food, so drink more hot water, handsome!"

"Aww!"

The entire pot of steaming hot acid was splashed back onto the man's face intact.

The Cleaners covered his face and rolled on the ground in pain.

At the same time, Sing Sing spun around, his right leg creating a thunderous roar.

Great Strength Vajra Legs!

Three consecutive heavy kicks landed on the three men, their leg bones snapping in the opposite direction, and they fell to their knees with a clean, decisive fall.

After dealing with the three people in the kitchen, Sing Sing flashed back into the restaurant and knocked the remaining three to the ground as well.

"My God..."

Thuram broke out in a cold sweat. He had actually dared to mock him just now; he was lucky he hadn't been chopped into mincemeat!

After dragging the leader outside, Sing Sing casually stuck a rusty kitchen knife into the floor.

He grabbed the leader by the back of the neck with one hand and pressed the man's face to the floor.

"Now it's time for an interactive Q&A session. I'll ask, and you answer."

"If you dare utter even half a punctuation mark, I'll dismantle the rest of your body and turn them into screws."

The leader spat out a mouthful of blood, revealing bloodstained teeth. "Stephen Zhou... the wrath of the Silver Peak Consortium will burn you to ashes!"

"You won't get a single word out of me..."

"Tsk, they won't shed a tear until they see the coffin."

Sing Sing shook his head and reached into the Mini Dimensional Box to rummage around.

A can labeled "Da Vinci Supply - Super Concentrated Hell Pepper Extract" with a red Starbrand was slapped on the table.

He then poured all the crocodile gallbladders and stinking offal he had just swiped from the crocodile meat stall into the cast iron pot.

Fire!

As the Inner Qi flowed into his palm, the iron pot instantly turned bright red, and the wild chili peppers and crocodile innards inside burst into thick, pungent, and spicy red smoke that made one's eyes bleed!

"It seems you're a bit impolite. The chef is treating you to a free late-night snack tonight."

Sing Sing scooped up a spoonful of piping hot, charred "Heartbreakingly Delicious Old-Style Crocodile Offal".

The spiciness made the man recoil, but he pried open the man's mouth and forced it down his throat.

"No! Wait! You can't... gurgle!!"

"Ugh! Cough cough! Ouch!!"

The potent capsaicin, carried along with the scalding hot oil, travels down the esophagus and invades the nerve conduction tissues of the head.

The burning sensation that shot straight to the cerebral cortex was even more painful than the pain of being dismembered.

The central nervous system is on the verge of being burned out under the overwhelming onslaught of scalding pain signals.

The leader's eyes were bloodshot, and tears and saliva gushed out.

His dignity was utterly shattered by a spoonful of chili oil. "I'll talk! Cough cough cough... Stop forcing me! I'll talk!"

The leader pleaded desperately, "Blood Willow Manor is deep within the Atchafalaya Swamp! Tonight's code is 'Only Dead Water Tonight!'"

"The pass chip... is inside the lining of my breastplate! Please, give me some water! Even toilet water will do!!"

Sing Sing ran his hand along the inside pocket of the other person's bulletproof combat suit.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, he produced a metal chip.

"Why didn't you cooperate earlier? Why did you have to force me to show off my cooking skills?"

The Lao Zhou knocked him unconscious with a karate chop, and his screams stopped immediately.

He took off his chef's uniform and hat, changed back into the suit with several patches on the back, and put on his sunglasses.

Sing Sing walked to the counter. "Uncle, mission accomplished. Want a ride home?"

Thuram, whose eyes were still closed, shuddered and waved his hands repeatedly:

"No, no! Hero! Ancestor! You should leave now!" "Old Pi's health can't take this kind of torment. Once he wakes up, we'll buy standing tickets to get to Texas tonight!"

"Alright, everyone has their own ambitions, I won't force you. The road ahead is long, we may never meet again."

Sing Sing pulled out a crumpled hundred-dollar bill and slapped it on the counter.

"Here, this is your little shop's war damage depreciation fee. If you think it's too little, wait until these guys on the ground wake up, then you can ask them for the money."

After saying this, Lao Zhou left gracefully amidst Thuram's terrified gaze.

Half an hour later.

Blackwater Pier.

A chilly night wind swept across the murky water.

A simple fan-powered hovercraft is moored beside the pier on the shore.

Seeing that no one was around, Lao Zhou chuckled and jumped onto the boat. He then expertly pulled out two wires from under the igniter and lit them with two quick sizzles.

The stern fan started spinning. Lao Zhou gripped the control stick, steer the hovercraft away from the pier, and plunged into the depths of the swamp.