Chapter 1008: Chapter 1007: Gourt Society Leader (Part 2)
“Magic Saint Copper Artifact”, got it!
“With this, only the Greedy Wolf Pot and the Spiritual Treasure Vault remain, and these two are quite tricky.”
Xia Yu mused to himself.
One can only say that getting the “Magic Saint Copper Artifact” easily was completely beyond Xia Yu’s expectations.
Too easy.
No fierce battle.
Guzman, who courted disaster, with his Lin Chef strength, originally couldn’t hold onto the legendary cookware steadily. Who would have thought he’d hold back for so many years and suddenly go crazy in the last couple of years, mimicking so “Chinese Cuisine World” plot to make abalone soup, and distributing it freely at food festivals to srize people and increase his influence worldwide. Then, the pack of wolves caught the scent and gathered in Villagurus.
While Xia Yu was inspecting the cookware and checking the records, Lei Aoxue, Sen Tian Makoto, and Tiqie Helinai were gathered around the Seven Giants’ dishes, quietly discussing and exchanging tasting notes, when crisp footsteps broke the silence of the hotel lobby.
At the lobby entrance, in the corridor, stood a man with his hands in the pockets of a black coat, half-hidden in the shadows.
“Are you Xia Yu?”
A smiling voice spread through the lobby.
“?”
Xia Yu lifted his head.
“The thing next to your hand is the ‘Magic Saint Copper Artifact’, right?” The man just stood there, without entering, “Actually, our Gourt Club has known for a long ti that this cookware is in Guzman’s hands. But you know, personally, I’ve never been interested in legendary cookware. If not for your excessively sensational actions this ti, making feel threatened—in fact, it’s more about the future positioning of our Gourt Club…”
“That’s why I gave the order to strike, quickly transporting the located legendary cookware back to our Gourt Club’s North Arica headquarters.”
The man recounted this matter in a calm, relaxed tone.
The more this was the case, the more Xia Yu’s scalp tingled.
He knew who this person was.
“…Gourt Club…the leader!”
Xia Yu lowered his voice.
As if sensing Xia Yu’s wariness and hostility, the man in the shadows let out a more playful laugh: “Tut, you’re bolder than I imagined.”
“But—”
The tone suddenly beca sharp, “I extrely dislike others showing hostility towards !”
“Buzz!!”
The air was compressed, a vibrating hum left Xia Yu’s eardrums faintly in pain. His eyes flashed with a hint of awe, relying on his instinct for danger, he knew a major force stood beside him. Just as he was gathering power for a fierce counterattack, thud!
A punch landed on his stomach.
Ugh!
Imdiately, his stomach churned, Xia Yu clutched his abdon tightly, sweat covering his forehead.
“Too fast!” he thought.
However, standing a step away, with hands still in the black coat pockets, the Gourt Club leader saw Xia Yu just clutching his stomach and sweating, not collapsing to the ground as expected and losing the ability to act. The leader instead frowned slightly, a look of surprise in his eyes.
“You seem to be quite resilient.”
The man laughed lightly, “This is a small warning, I don’t like making a move on those beneath . Put your claws away, so we can have a calm talk.”
“I’ve always been very curious about you, about your growth.”
Xia Yu hissed, taking a sharp breath.
Holding onto a chair behind him, he plopped down without a word, sitting as the leader of the Gourt Club stood with hands in pockets, facing him.
“Aren’t you here for the ‘Magic Saint Copper Artifact’?” Xia Yu’s gaze was shaded.
“Is this the thing?”
The Gourt Club leader glanced at the brass pot on the long table, paused, then walked over, grabbing the pot by its dual handles, lifting it high, “It truly is an antique filled with Eastern charm. I can sense its vast and ancient life.”
“Honestly, these ancient objects with mysterious powers actually disturb our Food Tyrant Chefs’ culinary heart and culinary philosophy, so it’s better to not have it—”
Thunk!
The pot dropped from his hands, gently arcing down into Xia Yu’s arms.
Xia Yu hurriedly held the brass pot tight, afraid of dropping it.
He couldn’t help but be extrely irritated by the Gourt Club leader’s attitude of treating it like waste, coldly saying, “This is the national divine artifact of Chinese Cuisine World, of course you wouldn’t understand.”
“Ah, such stubbornness.”
Laughter followed again: “It seems you really care about these ancient artifacts, so be it. I know the locations of the other two legendary cookware pieces, if you’re willing to change your tune and join our Gourt Club…”
But Xia Yu laughed, “Hey there, big guy, do you think you’re very humorous?”
The laughter stopped at once.
“How about a different paynt thod? After all, I can’t just give you the cookware clues for free.”
“No, thanks!”
Xia Yu firmly refused.
“Ah, what a headache, I’ve told you, put your claws away from , I don’t like cats showing off and threatening with their claws…”
Buzz.
The air vibrated again, Xia Yu imdiately shut his mouth.
No one wants to be beaten for no reason; that’s not smart.
Besides.
From the brief contact, Xia Yu discovered that this Gourt Club leader was a bit of a joker.
Yes, that’s right, a joker!
But for now, he only dared to complain silently in his heart.
Incredibly sensitive to so-called “hostility”, the very definition of taking the path of least resistance and going with the flow. Confront him with force, and he’s like a tomcat with raised fur. But if you could be patient, control your raging fury, organize your words, and chat with him amicably, he might just be a good passerby to talk to.
“I’ve never heard the Gourt Club leader is a joker,” Xia Yu chuckled to himself.
But thinking of the even more ridiculous Lei Zhe, he imdiately felt at ease.
No wonder the Gourt Club has an “chaotic evil” faction producing jokers in bulk, the upper echelon sets the wrong example. The Gourt Club leader should declare his responsibility for the jokers among his subordinates.
“Here’s the deal.”
“I can give you the ‘Magic Saint Copper Artifact’, and let you go, but you have to cook a dish with ‘pseudo-god ingredient’ for , until I’m satisfied. By the way, personally, I’m not a big fan of sashimi.”
“Damn it, you’re picky too?”
Xia Yu rolled his eyes ntally, venting the resentnt freshly fueled like poking a little voodoo doll cald him down quite a bit, but that didn’t an he was willing to accept the Gourt Club leader’s challenge.
“What if I don’t do it?”
“Then I would have to temporarily reclaim the ‘Magic Saint Copper Artifact’, hehe.”
Damn, this is the hidden boss, isn’t it?
Just monts ago, Xia Yu was delighted by easily obtaining the “Magic Saint Copper Artifact”, now the situation deteriorated, the reversal and arduous heartache in such a short ti wasn’t worth ntioning. He just wanted to raise his middle finger to the sky and shout a word.
“It has to be ‘pseudo-god’?”
“What do you think? I don’t have other ingredients of the sa level.”
“Can we reschedule this for later?”
“Well that…”
Huh!
The Gourt Club leader suddenly fell silent, casting a surprised look at the brass pot in the boy’s arms.
He noticed the “Magic Saint Copper Artifact” change before Xia Yu did.
“So hot—”
The temperature of the brass pot rose rapidly, like a branding iron. Xia Yu quickly let go and placed the pot on the ground, but just as he withdrew his hands, the pot’s surface underwent a shocking change, with faint dragon patterns erging all over its body.
Howl!
A dragon’s cry seed to co from the Netherworld, faintly and vaguely heard, yet seeming non-existent upon close listening.
The Gourt Club leader’s pupils contracted, “Is this… the cookware recognizing its heir?”
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