A Small Interlude

Instantly, Nezha broke the arm of this scoundrel.

The thug collapsed to the ground in pain, clutching his crippled arm and howling incessantly.

The onlookers were stunned. In just a few breaths, Nezha had easily taken down two local thugs.

The other two thugs were also dumbfounded; they never expected their partner to be gone so quickly.

"What are you two standing there for? Attack! Avenge us!"

At this moment, the scoundrel whose finger had been twisted off by Nezha seemed to have recovered.

He spoke weakly to the two thugs who were still unharmed.

The two thugs seemed to only realize what was happening now, and hurriedly surrounded Nezha, one throwing a punch and the other a kick, Nezha aimed at him.

However, before their attacks could even reach Nezha, they were already struck by Nezha.

Nezha was really annoyed. Why did people have to bother him just because he came to buy something? And he had just heard the person next to him say that these guys had blood on their hands and that even the government couldn't do anything about them.

Nezha thought that if they really dared to attack him, he would send them away to the Netherworld Underworld to find Meng Po and be reincarnated.

However, to Liu Zhe's surprise, these guys actually dared to attack him after he revealed his murderous intent.

He had already given these thugs a chance to live, but they failed to seize it, so he couldn't be blamed.

Before the two thugs could attack him, Nezha threw a punch and met the punch of the thug who threw the first punch.

How could the strength of a mortal compare to that of an immortal? After this punch was thrown, there was a loud bang.

The arm of that thug who exchanged punches with Nezha was already blown apart by Nezha.

The force emanating from the blown-off arm shattered his internal organs and sent him flying out of the restaurant.

After Nezha threw a punch, he withdrew his fist and kicked the other thug in the chest.

The force of Nezha's kick dented the scoundrel's chest, killing him instantly. His body was driven into the Zhuzi of the tavern behind him by the power of Nezha's kick.

After killing the two thugs, Nezha turned around and walked towards the two thugs lying on the ground groaning. When they saw their two companions, they were instantly kicked dead by Nezha.

Now Nezha was walking towards them again, and they felt that their lives were about to end. They hurriedly got up and tried to escape.

They had barely gotten up and taken a few steps when Nezha kicked them, followed by a punch, and each of them took Nezha from him.

Nezha's attack killed them both instantly, and their bodies were Nezha flying by the force of his blow.

"Good."

Just after these thugs were all dead, a cheer suddenly erupted from the crowd.

"Thank you so much, young master, for helping our town get rid of these local thugs!"

Then another person thanked Nezha.

No one objected to Nezha killing the local thugs; in their eyes, it was best that these scoundrels were dead.

Besides, even if someone objected, he could only keep it to himself and didn't have the guts to say it out loud. Otherwise, he was afraid he would go down and accompany those thugs.

"No need to be polite. I just came here to buy some food and drinks. These few clueless guys came up to me, looking for trouble, so I naturally had to send them on their way."

"Sigh, there are always some people in this world who don't know their own mortality. Waiter, come and clear these corpses out of here."

Nezha took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands, and acted as if nothing had happened.

He then sat back in his previous spot and called the waiter over to deal with the corpses of the thugs.

"Alright, sir!"

The waiter had been lying nearby watching, and now, after Nezha gave the order, he led a few men to clear away the corpses of the local thugs.

"Waiter, here, this piece of gold is to compensate for the damage to your shop."

After Nezha waiter had cleared away all the corpses of the thugs, Nezha took out a piece of gold from his pocket and handed it to the waiter.

He wanted to compensate for the damage he caused to the store when he taught the thugs a lesson and killed them.

"No need, sir, no need. The nine pieces of gold you just gave me are more than enough. One piece is enough for you to buy the dishes you want."

When the waiter saw that Nezha was offering him broken pieces of gold as compensation for the damaged items in the shop, he quickly waved his hand and said no.

"Alright!"

Nezha didn't choose to continue arguing with the waiter, and instead put the piece of gold back into his pocket.

How much longer until my dish is ready?

Nezha asked the waiter about the progress of the dishes he had ordered.

"Perhaps because you ordered a lot of dishes, we've only prepared one serving so far. But don't worry, give us another half hour."

The other chefs have finished cooking for everyone else and are now preparing yours. It will be ready soon.

Upon hearing Nezha's question, the waiter hurriedly replied, as if afraid of offending Nezha and being killed by him if he became unhappy.

"What are you afraid of? You haven't neglected me or provoked me. I won't lay a hand on you. Even if I do resort to violence, I'm principled."

Those thugs were really asking for it, that's why I killed them.

Looking at the waiter's trembling manner as he spoke, he couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing. He then reassured the waiter that his life was not in danger.

"Alright, sir."

The waiter really didn't know how to answer, so he could only say this.

"Alright, go ahead and get busy. Just remember not to be careless when you're cooking for me."

Nezha glanced at the waiter, gave him some instructions, and then sat back down in his seat to wait for his dishes.

As time passed, the half hour the waiter had mentioned was almost over.

At this moment, the waiter came out of the kitchen carrying two huge food boxes, followed by four other waiters carrying similar food boxes. They then walked up to Nezha one by one.