More than a dozen rocket projectiles enveloped the convoy completely.
Blinding fire burst forth, flas rolling violently.
Five cars were simply blasted into the sky.
The massive shockwave shattered the glass of the surrounding buildings; even "Glowing Culinary Pavilion" suffered the impact.
Waiters and chefs turned pale, their faces a picture of shock and panic.
Clearly, they had never experienced anything like this.
At this mont, a man who appeared to be a manager calmly stepped forward.
"Soothe the guests."
"Call the police."
This man, in his forties, was neatly dressed with a band-like accessory on his head.
No, not a bandage for treatnt.
It was the sort of headband chefs wear to prevent hair from falling out.
After the popularity of chef hats, such headbands had disappeared.
Especially in the Silver District area, where chef hats were rapidly adopted.
This ancient Eastern head attire had long been considered outdated by most chefs.
The entire headband was earthy yellow, impeccably clean despite showing signs of heavy use and nurous repairs, yet it didn’t give off any discomfort.
On the contrary, all who saw this headband might feel that it was just as it should be.
Was it because the person wearing it was so composed?
Or was it because of everyone’s accustod regard?
Jason didn’t know.
However, when the middle-aged chef approached, Jason couldn’t help but smile a little.
The man carried a multitude of food scents on him.
Beef, lamb, pork, seafood, and more.
Each scent was so delicious.
A true culinary master!
Perhaps Jason didn’t cook, but his nose could certainly distinguish good from bad.
He had co to the right place!
Jason thought to himself.
"Ladies and gentlen, please wait inside the culinary pavilion for a mont."
"I have called the police."
"The police will arrive soon."
The middle-aged chef spoke in such a manner.
Ryosuke, however, shook his head and looked towards Jason, Hui Lijing, and the elder monk from Tongshou Temple.
"I’ll go check it out."
With that, Ryosuke sprinted towards the explosion site.
"Hey..."
"Let him go."
"It’s his duty."
Just as Hui Lijing was about to say sothing, she was stopped by the monk from Tongshou Temple.
The female detective blinked and said nothing more.
Ryosuke was a police officer.
And a good one at that.
Naturally, he couldn’t just ignore sothing like this.
But when she saw the elder monk follow him as well, she was taken aback.
"Master?"
Hui Lijing asked, puzzled.
"Officer Ryosuke is my guest tonight."
"Of course, I must ensure the safety of my guest."
The elder monk put his hands together in a prayer position, stood up, and hastened his pace, walking shoulder to shoulder with Ryosuke.
Jason frowned.
In the end, he followed.
His senses picked up many hostile presences within the radius of the explosion.
The elder monk might not be able to handle it.
And the elder monk had promised to treat him to a al.
He didn’t want anything to happen to the elder monk.
Watching the three of them moving ahead together, Hui Lijing’s rationality told her that this was not advisable, and the detective code clearly instructed her to stay out of it.
However, emotionally, she couldn’t control herself.
Since four of them had co together.
Then naturally, they should act as a team.
Thinking this, Hui Lijing followed as well.
The middle-aged chef stared dumbfounded at this scene.
Subconsciously, he turned his head to a waiter nearby.
"Who are those four guests?"
He inquired curiously.
"The reservation was made by Master Tongshou Temple."
"He has dined at our restaurant several tis."
"A very kind-hearted master."
The waiter imdiately replied.
"Um."
The middle-aged chef nodded, pondered for a mont then said, "From now on, when that master and the three people who just left co to the restaurant, give them a 20% discount."
After speaking, the middle-aged chef returned to the restaurant.
So things were simply beyond his reach.
He was just a chef.
So, he could only fulfill his duties as a chef.
Prepare every al to the best of his ability.
And more?
That was to strive for perfection.
In the na of his ancestors!
The middle-aged chef quickened his pace as he recalled, then asked.
"What al did they order?"
"A full beef dinner!"
Without having to check, the waiter confidently replied.
Every night, he rembered what the custors ordered.
That’s why he was the manager of "Glowing Culinary Pavilion."
"A full beef dinner?"
"Prepare an additional serving of dumplings for them."
"It’s on the house."
The middle-aged chef spoke, then walked towards the seafood counter, directly picking out several large prawns.
The waiter was montarily taken aback by the chef’s actions.
"Chef, are you planning on making shrimp dumplings? We have ready-made ones in the kitchen."
He asked, puzzled.
"Just now, I witnessed a scene that ward my heart, and I felt I should personally prepare a al for them."
The middle-aged chef answered.
"Do you need to arrange soone to assist you?"
"No need, it’s different, it must be done by personally."
The middle-aged chef said, and with the prawns in hand, headed towards the kitchen.
"Personally done?"
"Could it be..."
"Ascending Dragon Dumplings?!"
The waiter, doubling as the hall manager, suddenly had a realization.
His gaze towards the chef brightened, filled with anticipation.
...
Ryosuke was moved by the three who had followed, but don’t expect an emotional middle-aged man to say thank you or anything of that sort.
That was impossible.
If you pressed him to say it, it was like asking to kill him.
He just couldn’t say it out loud.
He would only rember it in his heart.
With gun in hand, Ryosuke approached the explosion site with standard tactical movent.
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