Qian Daoliu's Arrogance: I'll Let You Steal My Granddaughter!

Just as the atmosphere in the restaurant reached its peak because of the words "God King," two beautiful figures walked in hand in hand, chatting and laughing.

It was Bibi Dong and her daughter Qian Renxue.

"Mom, what are we eating today?" Qian Renxue affectionately linked arms with Bibi Dong, her face beaming with a happy smile.

Bibi Dong's face also showed a rare gentleness, and she was about to say something.

The next second, both of them stopped in their tracks.

Their gazes all fell on the floor at the restaurant entrance.

There, a figure lay motionless on the ground, its fate unknown.

"Mom! Be careful, there's danger!"

Qian Renxue's expression changed instantly, and almost instinctively, she pulled Bibi Dong behind her, adopting a wary posture.

Seeing that concerned look, Qian Daoliu, who was not far away, felt another pang of pain in his heart.

Alright~

This granddaughter was raised for nothing!

Looking at how anxiously she protected Bibi Dong, and then at his own lonely grandfather, Qian Daoliu felt an indescribable pang of sorrow well up in his heart.

Bibi Dong has completely taken my granddaughter away!

Qian Daoliu's eyes darted around, and a "cheeky" thought quietly took shape in his mind.

He rubbed his hands together, a malicious smile on his face, and slowly approached Bibi Dong was still confused about the situation.

"Your His Holiness the Pope, you are too late."

Qian Daoliu's voice was very low, carrying a hint of feigned mystery and schadenfreude.

Bibi Dong frowned slightly and gave him a cold glance. "What do you mean?"

Qian Daoliu did not answer directly, but instead raised his chin and gestured towards the direction of "Angel Rakshasa Dong", his voice full of smugness.

"Today, our ancestor and that Rakshasa God were fortunate enough to taste the first dish made by our predecessors..."

He deliberately dragged out his words, and only after Bibi Dong's impatient gaze did he slowly utter four words.

"A divine dish."

Boom!

These four words, like a thunderclap, exploded in Bibi Dong's mind!

Her pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, shock appeared in her noble and majestic amethyst eyes.

A divine dish?!

Qian Daoliu watched with satisfaction the fascinating expressions on Bibi Dong's face, his smile deepening.

He cleared his throat and continued to speak in that alluring voice.

"Oh dear, you didn't smell that fragrance!"

"The feeling, the taste, it was simply..."

Qian Daoliu glanced discreetly at the Spirit Kite Douluo on the ground and said frankly, "It's so bad it makes you want to die on the spot!"

"Tsk tsk, the senior and his employees, today's breakfast was truly divine dishes. It's a pity that we ordinary diners are not qualified to taste them."

At this point, he changed the subject, looking intently at Bibi Dong.

However...

"Your His Holiness the Pope, you're different! You're our Maple Dye Pavilion's only monthly VIP customer!"

"In my opinion, if you had been there just now, given how highly the senior regarded you, perhaps you would have been allowed to taste that unparalleled divine delicacy!"

Bibi Dong's heart began to pound uncontrollably.

Yes!

I'm a monthly subscriber!

They have special privileges!

If I just ask, maybe... maybe I really will get to eat it!

However, before the joy on her face could fully bloom...

Qian Daoliu's Youyou voice was like a cold wind in December, pouring a bucket of cold water on her from head to toe.

"What a pity, what a pity."

Qian Daoliu shook his head, his face filled with deep regret and anguish.

You're too late.

"Their breakfast time has already ended."

Bibi Dong's expression froze.

She stiffly turned her head and stared intently at Qian Daoliu's smug old face, which seemed to say, "Oh, what a pity, I really feel sorry for you." Her composure instantly exploded.

You cunning Qian Daoliu!

You disrespectful old man!

Bibi Dong's knuckles cracked as she clenched her teeth, almost grinding them to powder.

That elegant and noble face was so cold it was as if you could scrape off a layer of frost.

She understood.

This old man isn't here to share intelligence at all!

He deliberately came here to ambush me, intentionally trying to provoke me!

Qian Daoliu met Bibi Dong's murderous gaze, but instead of showing any restraint, he was secretly overjoyed.

Hehehe!

Bibi Dong, oh Bibi Dong!

I'll teach you to steal my granddaughter!

A divine dish! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that could have propelled you to instant success! And you just let it slip through your fingers!

Are you angry?

Tell me, aren't you angry?!

Qian Daoliu became increasingly smug, unable to control the smile on his face, and even wanted to add two more blows.

However, he had just opened his mouth.

A purple afterimage instantly magnified in his pupils.

It's a fist.

A delicate, fair-skinned iron fist, yet brimming with the Pope's wrath.

This punch didn't even use a fraction of Soul Power; it was so fast that all that could be heard was the sound of wind breaking through the air!

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

Qian Daoliu was so badly hit that he staggered and almost fell to the ground, the pain bringing tears to his eyes.

"Hiss..."

He covered his eyes, gasping in pain.

By the time he finally managed to stand up, his left eye was swollen with a perfect dark blue circle.

But when he peeked through his fingers and saw Bibi Dong's chest heaving with anger, yet she had no choice but to pull Qian Renxue along as they walked into the shop without looking back...

Far from being angry, he instead grinned in an extremely flamboyant, even smug, smile.

It was worth it!

It was totally worth it!

Seeing Bibi Dong get her comeuppance, I'd accept it even if it was ten punches, let alone one!

This scene was witnessed in its entirety by Golden Crocodile Douluo and the other retainers.

Several highly respected titled Douluo looked at each other, their faces all bearing the same thought.

Big Brother, that's fucking despicable!

Just then, a clear, cool female voice, yet carrying a hint of habitual urging, came from inside the restaurant.

"Qian Daoliu, our Egg Fried Rice is ready! Come and eat!"

Bo Saixi paused, then added.

"I have to go to work later!"

Work!

Upon hearing this word, the veins on the foreheads of Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others throbbed uncontrollably.

Is their high priest of Sea God Island learning new words a little too fast?

However, Qian Daoliu reacted even faster than them.

"Hey! You're here!"

One second he was gloating over angering Bibi Dong, with Grand Elder smug smile on his face.

The next second, it was as if a switch had been flipped.

The smugness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a heartfelt, pure, and even somewhat naive joy.

He responded, not even bothering with the bruises around his eyes, and turned to jog into the shop.

Those light steps and that joyful figure looked just like a primary school student rushing to the cafeteria after hearing the school bell.

Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others were completely petrified on the spot.

All offerings:...

At this moment, a convoy bearing the flag of the Heaven Dou Empire slowly arrived at the gates of Spirit City...