Just as the restaurant buzzed with excitement from the words "God King," two beautiful figures walked in from the entrance, hand in hand, chatting and smiling.
Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue—mother and daughter.
"Mom, what are we eating today?" Qian Renxue leaned affectionately on Bibi Dong's arm, her smile blooming like spring.
Bibi Dong's expression softened; she was just about to reply—
When both of them abruptly halted.
Because right at the entrance…
A person lay sprawled across the floor, motionless, their life or death unknown.
"Mom! Be careful, there's danger!"
Qian Renxue instantly shifted into battle mode, stepping in front of Bibi Dong protectively.
That instinctive act of concern stabbed Qian Daoliu—who was standing nearby—straight through the heart.
…Oh?
So this was how it was?!
This granddaughter he had raised from childhood…
Completely stolen!
Qian Daoliu's old heart felt sour enough to pickle vegetables.
But he wasn't one to mope.
No, he chose violence.
A petty grin slowly curled at the corners of his mouth.
He rubbed his hands like an old goblin plotting mischief and sauntered over to Bibi Dong.
"Your Holiness, the Supreme Pontiff," Qian Daoliu said in a low, mysterious, annoyingly smug tone, "you've arrived late."
Bibi Dong shot him a cold, suspicious glance.
"…What do you mean?"
Qian Daoliu didn't answer. Instead, he tilted his chin toward Angel Rakshasa Dong, his tone dripping with superiority.
"Today, our Old Ancestor and the Rakshasa God happened to receive a wonderful reward…"
He paused dramatically.
"A god-tier dish personally prepared by Senior."
Boom!
The four words slammed into Bibi Dong like a divine thunderbolt.
Her amethyst eyes trembled violently—shock, disbelief, and envy flashing through them.
A god-tier dish?!
Qian Daoliu savored her expression with wicked delight.
He cleared his throat and continued tempting her like a snake whispering into Eve's ear.
"Oh, what a pity you weren't here to smell that fragrance."
"That feeling, that taste…it was simply—"
He glanced at the unconscious Spirit Kite Douluo and finished honestly:
"…strong enough to make someone willingly die on the spot."
"Tsk tsk. Senior and his staff had it for breakfast today. What a blessing. But we ordinary diners don't qualify to taste it."
Then, he suddenly switched tone, eyes gleaming.
"But you, Your Holiness—you're different! You're the only monthly VIP of Feng Ran Pavilion!"
"If you'd been here just now, perhaps Senior would've let you sample that supreme delicacy."
Bibi Dong's heart pounded violently.
That's right!
She was a monthly customer!
She did have higher privileges!
If she had arrived just a little earlier—
She might've eaten the god-tier dish!
Just as joy bloomed on her face—
Qian Daoliu's icy voice stabbed into her like a dagger dipped in cold winter wind.
"What a pity. Truly a pity."
He clicked his tongue, shaking his head in exaggerated regret.
"You came late."
"Breakfast time is already over."
Bibi Dong's expression froze.
She slowly turned her head toward Qian Daoliu's wrinkled, hateful old face—
The one radiating smugness and fake sympathy—
Her mentality detonated on the spot.
You old dog Qian Daoliu!!
Her knuckles cracked loudly, and she almost shattered her own teeth out of fury.
She finally understood.
This old man didn't come to inform her.
He didn't come out of goodwill.
He came to block her.
To stab her heart.
To watch her suffer.
Qian Daoliu stared at her with pure glee.
Serves you right!
Steal my granddaughter?
Fine!
Watch me stab your soul until you cough blood!
A god-tier opportunity passing right before your eyes?
Does it hurt?
Does it burn?
Good!
He was so delighted he wanted to add salt to her wound—
But he had barely opened his mouth when—
A purple afterimage filled his vision.
It was a fist.
A small, fair, exquisite fist—
A fist containing the Supreme Pontiff's fury.
"BANG!"
A dull crack echoed.
Qian Daoliu's body staggered; he nearly fell flat on his backside.
"Hiss…"
He clutched his eye in pain.
When he finally stood steady—
His left eye had already blossomed into the perfect black eye.
But when he peeked through his fingers and saw Bibi Dong—chest heaving with rage, dragging Qian Renxue into the restaurant, face like frost—
He wasn't angry.
No.
He grinned.
It was worth it.
One punch?
Ten punches?
He'd take a hundred.
As long as Bibi Dong suffered even a bit?
He'd gladly be her punching bag!
Gold Crocodile Douluo and the other Elders watched the entire scene unfold.
They exchanged looks.
Their faces all said the same thing:
Brother…
You're truly f*cking cheap.
At that moment, Posey's urging, melodious voice came from inside the restaurant.
"Qian Daoliu, our egg fried rice is ready. Come quickly."
She paused, then added naturally:
"We still have to go to work later."
Work.
The Elders twitched violently.
Their High Priestess…
Was learning bad habits far too quickly.
But Qian Daoliu reacted faster than all of them.
"Aye! Coming!"
One moment he was a smug jerk savoring Bibi Dong's misery.
The next moment—
His entire demeanor transformed.
Gone was the smugness.
Gone was the pettiness.
What remained was—
Pure, innocent joy.
He sprinted into the restaurant like an elementary schooler hearing the lunch bell.
Gold Crocodile Douluo and the others were collectively petrified.
High Priests:
…What are we even witnessing?
And at that moment—
A large convoy bearing the Heaven Dou Empire's banner slowly rolled up to Spirit City's gates…
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