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"Let's go, take away whatever you can't finish, and our boss will pay the bill."

Several followers who followed Stephen Zhou in, arrogantly persuaded almost all the guests to leave, but Ah Hao was unwilling to leave.

"God of Cookery, I am your idol, no, you are my fan."

Ah Hao was a little excited and did not reveal his identity as a police officer and force him to stay. Instead, he made a request as a fan.

He is really a fan of the God of Cookery.

"Fans, haha..."

Stephen Zhou laughed. Although he was very disdainful when facing fans, he still had to show off his skills. He nodded and said, "Then stay and take a look."

At this time, almost all the customers in the store had left, leaving only Stephen Yi Xingxing and A Hao, as well as a waiter and a chef.

The scale of this restaurant is not large. Although the business is very good, the boss has not hired any employees. This is why the attitude of the waiters and chefs is not very good.

"Where's your boss?"

Stephen Zhou stood in front of the bar. He originally wanted to lean on it, but he became disgusted because he saw the stains on the bar.

The waiter, receptionist, and cashier who had a crush on my cousin appeared on his face, and his voice suddenly became very gentle.

"Mr. Cook God, I am also a fan of yours. Can you sign your autograph for me?" The waiter took out the pen on the bar and looked around but couldn't find a suitable place to sign, so he looked shy. He pulled the clothes off his shoulders and said, "Just sign here."

Stephen Zhou frowned, and took the pen with some helplessness in his eyes, then signed his name casually and warned: "Remember, don't take a shower for a week, and, if you want to take my If you want to get your signature tattooed, I recommend you to go to No. 109 Bolan Street, the master there has better skills and you won’t get the tattoo wrong.”

"Thank you, thank you."

The waiter was so excited that Hao next to him was a little envious.

The God of Cookery is very famous in Xiangjiang and very inspiring.

He was originally just an ordinary helper in a fly restaurant, but he practiced his cooking skills down-to-earth and eventually became a man known as the God of Food in Xiangjiang. The catering group under his name is also developing in full swing.

Whether they are gluttonous eaters with a passion for food, ordinary people who are moved by inspirational life, or poor people who are thirsty for wealth, they all regard the God of Food as their idol.

But after all, he is a male, so Hao can't be too proactive.

"Now, can you tell me where your boss is?"

Stephen Zhou asked again.

"Ah? Our boss went out to buy seasonings and said he would be back in a while. It should be soon now."

"seasoning?"

Stephen Zhou pondered for a moment and walked directly to Ahao.

The previous customers all packed up their barbecued pork buns and other food when they left. Now only Ah Hao still has a barbecued pork bun next to him.

In such a short period of time, only one of the two drawers of barbecued pork buns was eaten by Hao, which shows how delicious it is.

"do you mind?"

Stephen Zhou smiled at Ah Hao.

"I don't mind, I don't mind. You can do whatever you want, God of Cookery."

Ahao nodded quickly.

Stephen Zhou picked up the last barbecued pork bun without dissatisfaction, then broke it in half and looked at the meat filling inside, then put it under his nose and smelled it.

His brows furrowed even more.

"has a problem."

Stephen Zhou looked at Ah Hao with a serious expression, and then looked at the waiter and chef.

The person who responded to him was confused.

Seemingly not sure of his suspicions, Stephen Zhou finally put half of the barbecued pork buns into his mouth. After chewing it for a while, his expression suddenly turned frightened.

"puff."

Not only did he spit out half of the barbecued pork bun, but after spitting out many times in a row, he took the water handed to him by his entourage and gargled frantically.

"Ur la la... pfft... bah bah bah..."

Ah Hao seemed to have thought of something, and asked with a surprised expression: "Mr. God of Cookery, are you saying that the barbecued pork buns are poisonous? No, I mean the white noodles? Oh no, the white noodles?"

Zheng Ling has a relationship with Zhong Xin Yi. Zhong Xin Yi mainly sells white noodles. Huang Shu took over Zheng Ling’s shop. The business of this shop suddenly exploded. The barbecued pork buns were not only delicious but also made people want to leave. I heard from the diners just now. If you don't eat for a day, you feel like something is missing, and even your life is not very complete.

There seems to be only one truth.

"No, it's more serious than that."

Stephen Zhou's expression became a little frightened, and while responding, he turned and walked towards the door.

"Let's go, let's go."

The entourage was also stunned, but they still followed their boss subconsciously.

But before they could reach the door, a middle-aged man who looked very strong and wore black-rimmed glasses walked in from the door with an indifferent expression, blocking the originally narrow door.

"Step aside."

Stephen Zhou's entourage was about to step forward to clear the way, but as soon as they got closer, they felt a huge force coming from them. After the whole body flew up and hit a companion, the two of them also rolled over several tables and many chairs.

This scene made everyone stunned, and their expressions turned into shock.

There was a crashing sound.

The middle-aged man turned around expressionlessly, stretched out his hand and pulled down the iron door, blocking the afterglow of the sunset shining in from the outside.

The interior of the store, which had no lights on, instantly became bleak. Only in the kitchen, where the lights were on before, were some lights coming from the windows and doorways.

"boss?"

The waiter spoke with a trembling voice.

Ah Hao, Stephen Zhou and others realized that the middle-aged man was the owner of this shop, Huang Shu.

"What are you going to do? Do you know that it is against the law to hit someone? It's amazing to be able to do martial arts. There is a master of strength in our company. Do you want me to let him come and practice with you?"

Stephen Zhou was extremely frightened in his heart, but the words on his lips made Huang Shu couldn't help but laugh.

"You've already guessed it, why are you still saying this? Hehe..." Huangshu said with a smile: "You don't really think that if you act stupid with me now, I will let you go, right?"

Stephen Zhou stepped back in horror, shook his head and said, "I don't know what you are talking about. I didn't guess anything. Don't accuse me wrongly."

"Yeah?"

When Huang Shu asked back, he took a step forward, but none of Stephen Zhou's entourage dared to step forward to intercept him.

Only Ah Hao, who came back to his senses, suddenly pulled out his gun.

"Don't move, I'm a police officer."

I thought that the yellow rat would be wary when the gun was taken out, but the yellow rat laughed uncharacteristically.

"Hahaha...Police, guns, I'm so scared, hahaha..."

When Stephen Zhou, who was suddenly surprised, saw the gun in Ahao's hand, the joy that had just risen on his face disappeared instantly, and his eyes were even extremely dark, as if he knew that he was bound to die.

"It's useless, he's not afraid of guns."

Stephen Zhou spoke up, as if he had a profound enlightenment before his death.

"I'm seven steps away from him."

Ah Hao also knew that martial arts masters were not afraid of guns, but he still spoke out like this to comfort himself.

"Seven steps away, you can shoot someone quickly. Well, this sentence does make sense."

The yellow mouse actually nodded seriously, raised his feet and wanted to step forward to close the distance.

"Don't move. If you move again, I'll shoot you."

Ah Hao took a step back and continued to aim at the yellow mouse with his gun.

"Okay, I won't move."

A cruel expression appeared on Huang Shu's face, he stared at Ah Hao and said fiercely: "But what's the use?"

"Didn't you tell me that the gun is faster than you?"

Ahao was so nervous that he sweated.

"Hahaha..." Huangshu said with a smile: "I said you can kill someone faster than seven steps away, but I didn't say you are faster than me. Mr. God of Cookery, do you want to talk to him? Otherwise, I I’m afraid you’ll never have the chance to say anything again in this life.”

Stephen Zhou sighed helplessly.

"Stop aiming, it's useless, he's not human."

"kindness???"

When Ah Hao was shocked, he felt that the yellow mouse had turned into a black shadow, and subconsciously pulled the trigger.

boom!

There was a gunshot.

There was no hit, because Ah Hao felt his neck being pinched with one hand. When his whole body was lifted up, he clearly saw a penetrating hole in the closed iron door.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through, as if reflecting the fate of these people.

Outside the hotel.

After hearing the gunfire, Sir Liao picked up the walkie-talkie and called for support. He also got out of the car and rushed to the hotel.

As soon as he got close, he heard a shrill scream coming from inside.

He didn't dare to go in because he didn't know the enemy's situation.

"Ah Hao."

While shouting to remind the people inside that there were police outside, Sir Liao was extremely anxious because only he and Ah Hao came this time, and it was not known how long it would take for their support to arrive.

"People inside, listen, you are surrounded. Hurry up, put down your weapons and come out to surrender."

Sir Liao continued to threaten, took out his gun and pressed it against the wall next to the iron door.

But at this moment, a huge force suddenly came from behind.

The moment the wall shattered, an arm full of veins stretched out, grabbed Sir Liao's neck, and then pulled him back.

Sir Liao, who looked extremely frightened, was pulled in from the broken wall like a little chicken.

But an emotion of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"resemble……"