The "Husband and Wife" Duo of Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo Beat the Hell Out of Demon Bear!

Lin Feng looked at the adoration shining in Chrysanthemum Douluo's red, swollen eyes and silently grumbled to himself.

I'm just trying to fleece these suckers!

How did you imagine me into some kindhearted senior?

He wanted to tell them they'd gotten the wrong idea, but when he saw their reverent expressions, he silently swallowed the words.

Forget it. The more they worshipped him, the more willing they'd be to spend money here.

Thinking this, Lin Feng simply kept quiet and let them use their imaginations.

"Senior..." Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice trembled, and tears began streaming down his face again.

"I can never repay your kindness to me in this lifetime..."

As he spoke, Chrysanthemum Douluo started to kneel.

Lin Feng's eye twitched violently. He hurriedly raised a hand to stop him.

"Enough!"

Lin Feng's voice carried a trace of impatience. "You've eaten. Now go do whatever you need to do!"

Sitting in his rocking chair, he waved a hand, looking just like someone shooing ducks away.

"This is a restaurant. I don't need you pledging your loyalty to me."

Hearing this, Ghost Douluo immediately caught on and slapped his forehead.

"Right, right! Senior, you're absolutely right!"

He carefully put away the eighty-thousand-year-old soul bone, his eyes burning with unprecedented fervor.

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

Ghost Douluo clenched his fist, his voice ringing with conviction. "I'll bring them here to spend money, no matter what!"

"I'll let them see what a true stroke of fortune looks like!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo also jolted, quickly picking up the "Yue Guan's Sigh" handkerchief and fiercely wiping away his tears.

"Right! I'm going too!"

He carefully put the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum into his Storage Soul Tool, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of revenge.

"I'll let them see the Immortal Herb bestowed by Senior!"

"Let's see who dares to say Chrysanthemum Douluo is dreaming now!"

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

Watching the two Titled Douluos race off like the wind, Lin Feng's lips curled slightly upward.

At last, these two suckers were going to put their recruiting skills to use.

Thinking of all the Titled Douluos who would soon come pouring in, Lin Feng felt positively delighted.

His Gourmet Points were about to start shooting up!

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

Just then, Lin Feng glanced around the restaurant and noticed that Hu Liena and the other two were still standing there in a daze.

The three exchanged glances, their faces blank.

Clearly, they were still reeling from the shock of that "heartfelt drama" they'd just witnessed.

"What?"

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing.

"Do you want me to keep you for dinner, too?"

His words were like a basin of cold water, jolting the three out of their stupor.

"No, no!"

Yan waved his hands repeatedly, his face instantly flushing red.

"Senior, we'll be going now!"

The three respectfully bowed to Lin Feng, more reverent than they would have been before the Pope.

"Take care. I won't see you out."

Lin Feng waved a hand, making no move to get up.

In the Leisure District of Spirit City, a burly middle-aged man was lounging comfortably in a chair. Holding a teacup, he listened to the storyteller onstage vividly recounting strange tales from the Soul Master World.

"Now, this peerless expert struck with a single palm. The mountains crumbled, the earth split, and his enemies were instantly reduced to dust!"

"Wonderful!"

Demon Bear Douluo casually fished a few Gold Soul Coins out of his Storage Soul Tool and tossed them onto the stage.

Just as he was getting caught up in the story, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded at the teahouse entrance.

"Old Bear!"

"Magic Bear!"

Two familiar voices rang out at the same time. Demon Bear Douluo frowned and turned around.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo came rushing in, panting, as if some flood or ferocious beast were chasing them.

"Yue Guan? Gui Mei?"

Demon Bear Douluo looked at the two old companions in confusion.

"What's going on with you two? Why are you in such a hurry?"

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

"Old Bear! Don't say your big brother never takes you along. Come with us!"

Without another word, Ghost Douluo stepped forward and reached for Demon Bear Douluo.

"A heaven-sent opportunity is waiting for you!"

"What opportunity?"

Demon Bear Douluo was utterly baffled, but still instinctively scooted backward.

"Did you two take the wrong medicine today?"

"Aw, don't ask so many questions!"

Urgency was written all over Chrysanthemum Douluo's alluring face.

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

"Old Bear! We've been friends for decades. Would I ever cheat you?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice trembled. His fingers unconsciously brushed against the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum inside his Storage Soul Tool.

"Senior Lin is waiting for us!"

Every minute they wasted might mean one fewer customer for Lin Feng today!

Senior Lin had just talked about "experiencing life in the mortal world." What if they held him up and made him lose interest?

He was a being on the level of a Deity!

"Come on, come on! I'll explain on the way!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo was so frantic he wanted to hoist Demon Bear Douluo over his shoulder and run.

But Demon Bear Douluo remained as steady as a mountain, sitting there with his teacup in hand and an expression that said, "Do whatever you want."

"No way!"

Demon Bear Douluo shook his head like a rattle drum.

"What are you two trying to do? I finally got a chance to relax. I just want to drink my tea in peace and listen to a story."

He pointed to the storyteller, who was still going strong onstage.

"He's right in the middle of the good part! I'm not going with you to chase some mysterious opportunity!"

As he spoke, Demon Bear Douluo deliberately sank farther into his chair, looking ready to die rather than leave.

At this, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo immediately exchanged a glance.

A dangerous glint flashed in both their eyes.

"Are you coming with us or not?!"

Ghost Douluo's voice suddenly turned sinister and terrifying. His already chilly eyes now glinted with a bone-chilling light.

Just as Demon Bear Douluo started to say "No—"

"Bang!"

A heavy punch slammed straight into Demon Bear Douluo's forehead.

Of course, that was only the beginning. Over the next ten-odd seconds, Demon Bear Douluo learned what it meant to get "the husband-and-wife team treatment."

"Bang!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's iron fists rained down on Demon Bear Douluo's head, each blow vicious.

"That's for not listening!"

"Bang!"

"That's for talking back!"

"Bang!"

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

Judging by their looks, nobody would believe there wasn't some personal grudge involved.

Ghost Douluo wasn't idle either. His ghostly claws grabbed hold of Demon Bear Douluo's other side, and he unleashed all manner of vicious tricks, from crotch-grabbing to drilling strikes.

"So you want to drink tea, huh?"

"You want to listen to stories, huh?"

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

Demon Bear Douluo tried to fight back, but two Titled Douluos at level ninety-five were beating him up together. Even Demon Bear Douluo couldn't handle that!

"Holy crap! Have you two gone insane?!"

"Don't you fucking grab my crotch!"

The owner tried to break up the fight, but when he saw the famous Heng and Ha Generals of Spirit Hall, he immediately turned around and left, pretending he hadn't seen a thing.

Seriously, these two were already hard to deal with on a normal day. Now they were clearly out of their minds. Who would dare step in?

Did they have a death wish?