Losing Was More Worthwhile Than Winning

The car slowly came to a stop, and the people blocking the road came into clearer view. They were a textbook gang, at least in appearance. Though the weather had already turned cold, every one of them was still bare-chested, showing off massive tattooed arms covered in ribbonfish. In the Eastern Kingdom, nobody would dare share a bathhouse with them!

But if there was one thing that made them stand out, it was the deity tattooed on their leader.

As everyone knew, you couldn't just get a deity tattooed on yourself. Even when people did get tattoos, they usually chose something like a glaring Vajra or a Guan Yu with his eyes closed. But the man before them was something else: on his chest was a kindly, benevolent Guanyin.

Yet the reflection in the cars behind him revealed that his back bore a tattoo of the Horse-Headed Wisdom King.

"A gang near Black Wind Mountain, with tattoos of the Horse-Headed Wisdom King and Guanyin... That's certainly a distinctive trademark." Shun Lie didn't hurry out of the car. Instead, he worked at the vehicle's terminal, sending the information to a friend. A few minutes later, a series of files arrived on his phone.

After quickly memorizing the information on the screen, Shun Lie had a plan. He looked at the gang members shouting at them from the roadblock, opened the car door, and stepped out—

"Who are you people?"

He dared to be so bold not because he was relying on Sun Xingzhe's peerless combat prowess. His own Combat Power was also quite impressive.

As the saying went, these days, anyone involved with food had a couple of tricks up their sleeve, didn't they?

If they couldn't comprehend the Great Sage Chef Scripture, surely they could learn a move or two