Beating a Dog in the Water

The wild and desolate Wilderness Zone looked a bit different today. Inside a hotel restaurant, over a dozen Congressmen and War Gods, rarely seen on ordinary days, gathered together, wolfing down the noodles in their bowls and occasionally offering words of praise.

Xue Xi finished her work, wiped her hands with a clean rag, and walked out. Facing the burning gazes of the crowd, she remained composed, accepting their compliments and scrutiny with grace. The representatives of various factions, each harboring their own agendas, finished their gourmet meals and gave a thumbs-up in approval.

Seeing this, Xue Xi began to state her attitude and position: "I am very happy that you all came to my shop to dine. I am also very clear about your intentions. Since everyone is here, I will make things clear now: my shop will continue to launch new dishes with various unique abilities in the future. As for me, I will not accept recruitment from any faction. If you want to eat, you are welcome, but please do not bring up other topics."

After she finished speaking, the reactions below varied. The two major martial arts halls wore expressions of disappointment, as if they had expected this, but they said nothing more. In contrast, the expressions of the HR Alliance and the representatives of the four nations changed instantly, and they began to whisper among themselves.

There were two people from America: a white man and a short man in a martial arts uniform. The white man gave the man in the uniform a look, and suddenly, the short man slammed his hand on the table and stood up: "Baka! How is it your turn, a little girl, to call the shots for such heaven-sent food? If you won't join us, then hand over the secret recipe! We wouldn't have to come to this godforsaken place to eat otherwise!"

Watching this little mustache-wearing clown barking like a stray dog with an owner, Xue Xi felt utterly disgusted. She regretted having served him food earlier; she was so angry she could die.

Fuming, Xue Xi felt as if the meal she had worked so hard to prepare had been fed to a dog. In an instant, her mind was filled with insults, and just as she was about to transform into a master of verbal warfare, Lu Gang slammed his hand on the table first: "Eat your grandmother's dirt! Who has so little sense that they bring a mangy dog to dinner? It's absolutely nauseating—someone should have leashed it properly!"

He unleashed a barrage of insults at the white American, completely ignoring the little baka whose face had turned black with rage. Feeling a sense of relief, Xue Xi followed up on Lu Gang's words: "My mistake. Next time, I should post a sign on the door saying 'No Dogs Allowed.' Your little island is already gone, yet you're still jumping around so happily—did you drink too much radioactive wastewater and mutate?"

The little baka, appearing unable to bear the humiliation, drew the katana from his waist with a sharp clang. Gripping the hilt with both hands, he prepared to attack Xue Xi.

"You beast, how dare you?!" Wang Yu and the inspector from the Thunder Martial Arts Hall threw their chopsticks at the little baka's back.

The little baka, who was only a mid-level War God, had both hands pinned firmly to the floor by the chopsticks, and he began to howl in agony.

Suddenly, before the person even arrived, a voice echoed from outside: "Why could I hear an Eastern dog barking from so far away? Little Lu, you need to be stricter with entry procedures in the future. The land of Shenzhou is not a place for just anything to enter."

An old man wearing a Zhongshan suit walked into the restaurant with the stride of a dragon and the steps of a tiger. He kicked the noisy piece of trash on the floor out of the restaurant, used his water-type Planetary Realm innate ability to wash the floor, and then sat down next to Lu Gang with satisfaction. He said to Xue Xi, who was standing on the platform: "Shopkeeper, don't worry about these messes. As long as you are on the soil of Huaxia, you can keep this shop open for as long as you like. If you need anything, just ask. For now, bring an old man a bowl of noodles. Little Lu called me right after the meeting ended, and I'm starving."

Xue Xi naturally knew that the talk of a Planetary Realm expert starving to death was just a joke, but since an elder was willing to step in and handle things for her, she didn't need to worry. She just needed to focus on her cooking. Let me count, how many more likes until the next page unlocks?

Lowering her head to count on her fingers, she went back into the kitchen to prepare her favorite red-braised cat ear noodles. By the way, why did she receive a negative like, and it even canceled out one of the previous ones? Could it have been that dog outside? As expected, she really should hang up that 'No Japanese Dogs Allowed' sign. Why hadn't they all gone extinct yet? What a pity.

Outside, Jia Yi watched with a smile as Xue Xi entered the kitchen, but the smile on his face faded. The prestige of the leader of Mount Hua spread out, and his sharp eyes swept over the people present, paying special attention to the American representative, whose face looked terrible.

Looking down at everyone, he spoke with a resonant, powerful voice: "We are all people of status. I will lay it out here today: the girl Xue Xi is opening a shop here. Coming to eat is fine, but if there is another one like that dog from just now, I don't mind cleaning up the filth of the War God Palace on behalf of Hong!"

Under the pressure of this true War God of Huaxia, the various factions quickly retreated, though they all claimed they couldn't make the decision themselves and would have to go back to discuss it.

The restaurant instantly became empty, leaving only Wang Yu, Jia Yi, and Lu Gang. The atmosphere finally relaxed, and Wang Yu and Jia Yi began to chat, with Lu Gang occasionally chiming in.