Ghost Chrysanthemum "Couple" Beats Up Demon Bear!

Lin Feng watched the adoration shimmering in Chrysanthemum Douluo's red, swollen eyes, silently complaining to himself.

I was just trying to harvest some leeks!

How did you all manage to brain-supplement me into some kind of benevolent senior?

Although he really wanted to tell them they had misunderstood, seeing their reverent gazes made him swallow the words back down.

Forget it; the more they worship me, the more willing they'll be to spend money.

Thinking this, Lin Feng simply remained silent, letting them continue their wild imaginings.

"Senior..." Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice trembled, and tears began to fall again.

"The kindness you've shown me... I... I could never repay it in this lifetime!"

As he spoke, Chrysanthemum Douluo moved to kneel.

Lin Feng's eyelid twitched violently, and he quickly raised a hand to stop him.

"Stop!"

Lin Feng's voice carried a hint of impatience. "You've finished your meal, so go do whatever it is you need to do!"

He sat in his rocking chair and waved his hand, his posture looking exactly like he was shooing ducks.

"This is a restaurant, not a place for you to pledge your loyalty."

Hearing this, Ghost Douluo immediately snapped to attention and slapped his forehead.

"Right, right, right! You are absolutely correct, Senior!"

He carefully tucked away the 80,000-year soul bone, his eyes burning with unprecedented fervor.

"I'm going to find those old geezers right now!"

Ghost Douluo clenched his fists, his voice ringing with strength. "I don't care what it takes, I'm bringing them here to spend!"

"I'll make them see what a real opportunity looks like!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo also jolted, quickly grabbing the "Yue Guan's Sigh" handkerchief to wipe away his tears fiercely.

"Right! I'm going too!"

He carefully stored the Extraordinary Velvet Chrysanthemum into his Storage Soul Tool, his eyes flashing with the thrill of vindication.

"I'll make them see the immortal herb bestowed by Senior!"

"Let's see who dares to say that I, Chrysanthemum Douluo, am just spouting nonsense!"

The two of them rushed out of the restaurant, leaving behind only the parting words, "Senior, just wait for our good news."

Watching the two Title Douluo dash out like the wind, the corners of Lin Feng's mouth curled upward.

These two leeks were finally going to fulfill their purpose of recruiting more people.

Thinking of the Title Douluo about to flood in, Lin Feng felt wonderful.

His Gourmet Points were about to skyrocket!

He leaned back comfortably in his rocking chair, his mood excellent.

At this moment, Lin Feng's gaze swept across the shop and found that Hu Liena and the other two were still standing there in a daze.

The three of them looked at each other, their expressions blank.

They were clearly still immersed in the shock of the "heartfelt drama" that had just unfolded.

"What?"

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

"Do you still want me to keep you for dinner?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly jolting the three of them out of their stupor.

"No, no, no!"

Yan waved his hands repeatedly, his face turning bright red.

"Senior, we're leaving right now!"

The three of them bowed respectfully to Lin Feng, their posture even more devout than when they faced the Pope.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

Lin Feng waved his hand, showing no intention of getting up.

In the Leisure District of Spirit City, a burly middle-aged man was leaning comfortably in a chair, holding a teacup while listening to a storyteller on stage vividly recount strange tales from the soul master world.

"It is said that this peerless powerhouse struck out with a single palm, causing mountains to crumble and the earth to split, turning his enemies into dust in an instant!"

"Bravo!"

Demon Bear Douluo casually pulled a few Gold Soul Coins from his Storage Soul Tool and tossed them onto the stage with a flourish.

Just as he was getting into the story, a rush of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded at the entrance of the teahouse.

"Old Bear!"

"Demon Bear!"

Two familiar voices rang out simultaneously, causing Demon Bear Douluo to knit his brows and turn his head.

He saw Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo rushing in, panting heavily, as if they were being chased by some ferocious beast.

"Yue Guan? Gui Mei?"

Demon Bear Douluo looked at his two old companions with some confusion.

"What's wrong with you two? Why are you in such a rush?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, both seeing the same excitement in each other's eyes.

"Old Bear! Don't say your brother didn't look out for you; come with us, quickly!"

Without another word, Ghost Douluo stepped forward, intending to drag Demon Bear Douluo away.

"There is a heaven-sent opportunity waiting for you!"

"What kind of opportunity?"

Demon Bear Douluo was completely bewildered, but he instinctively recoiled.

"Did you two take the wrong medicine today?"

"Oh, stop asking so many questions!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's enchanting face was etched with anxiety.

He stared fixedly at Demon Bear Douluo, his eyes burning with unprecedented urgency.

"Old Bear! We've been friends for decades; do you really think I'd try to scam you?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice trembled slightly, his fingers unconsciously brushing against the Extraordinary Velvet Chrysanthemum inside his Storage Soul Tool.

"Senior Lin is still waiting!"

Every minute they wasted could potentially cost Senior Lin one less guest today!

Senior Lin had just mentioned something about "experiencing life in the mortal world." What if they delayed him and caused Senior Lin to lose interest?

That was a god-level existence they were talking about!

"Let's go, let's go! I'll explain on the way!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo paced around anxiously, wishing he could just hoist Demon Bear Douluo onto his shoulder and run.

However, Demon Bear Douluo remained seated as steady as a mountain, holding his teacup with an expression that said, "Do whatever you want."

"No!"

Demon Bear Douluo shook his head like a rattle-drum.

"What are you two trying to do? I finally have a chance to rest, and I just want to drink my tea and listen to the storyteller in peace."

He pointed toward the storyteller on the stage who was still spinning his yarn.

"He's just getting to the best part! I'm not going with you to chase some inexplicable opportunity!"

As he spoke, Demon Bear Douluo deliberately sank deeper into his chair, adopting a "you can kill me, but I'm not moving" stance.

Hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a look.

A dangerous glint flashed in both their eyes simultaneously.

"Are you going to move or not?!"

Ghost Douluo's voice suddenly turned eerie and terrifying, and those eyes, usually cold, now radiated a chilling, sinister light.

Just as Demon Bear Douluo began to utter the word "No"—

"Bang!"

A heavy fist slammed directly into Demon Bear Douluo's forehead.

Of course, this was only the beginning; over the next dozen seconds, Demon Bear Douluo learned exactly what a "husband-and-wife tag-team beatdown" felt like.

"Bang!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's iron fists rained down on Demon Bear Douluo's head with brutal ferocity.

"That's for not listening!"

"Bang!"

"That's for talking back!"

"Bang!"

"That's for refusing to come with us!"

If anyone claimed there were no personal grudges involved, no one would believe it.

Ghost Douluo wasn't idle either; his ghost claws grabbed the other side of Demon Bear Douluo, unleashing vicious moves like clawing and drilling.

"So, you want to drink tea, do you?"

"So you want to hear a story, do you?"

"If I don't beat you into submission today, I'll change my surname!"

Demon Bear Douluo tried to struggle, but even he couldn't withstand a joint beating from two level-95 Title Douluos!

"Holy shit! Have you two gone mad?!"

"Don't you dare reach for my crotch!"

The shopkeeper wanted to intervene, but the moment he saw it was Spirit Hall's notorious Heng and Ha Generals, he immediately turned around and walked away, pretending he hadn't seen a thing.

Are you kidding? These two lords were already difficult enough to deal with on a normal day; now that they were clearly acting like madmen, who would dare step in to break up the fight?

Did they have a death wish?