Something wasn't quite right.
Ever since he woke up in the morning, Huai Shi had been scrolling through the menu with one hand and brushing his teeth with the other. He rinsed his mouth listlessly and sneezed.
He had a feeling that … he had neglected something. Or rather, he had a premonition that he couldn't feel at ease.
Perhaps it was the enormous pressure brought about by Guo Shouque that made him start to waver. He couldn't continue to face the competition as calmly as before.
Even if he was hired as a tool, he would definitely fake the competition in the end. Even if he lost to Guo Shouque, it didn't matter. It wouldn't change the final result.
But what was inconceivable was that after witnessing the opponent's terrifying strength, Huai Shi, who had been provoked, couldn't help but have a trace of … the illusion that if he worked harder, he might be able to win.
He wanted to win.
Anyone would have such thoughts. Even if they were giving away their lives in the game, or if they immediately went offline after harvesting the economy, or if they didn't deal any damage, or even if a Healer took four gold medals for dealing damage, once they started playing the game, anyone would want to win.
When Huai Shi realized this, he had already treated Guo Shouque as his enemy.
Even if he was the representative of that stinky sister of Hu Po!
Then came the problem.
With his dog's heart and dog's face, how could he compete with him on the same stage?
Even if he constantly learned and improved during the competition, and now the Cooking Demon's skills and abilities had been qualitatively improved, he still couldn't be compared to Guo Shouque, who had been immersed in this field for more than 150 years.
An outside trick?
No, that old man always had a way of playing with people. He might be even better at using outside tricks than him.
It wasn't impossible for him to dig out his identity from Hu Po and then expose it on the spot during the competition. After all, that old man didn't look like a docile and obedient tool.
Once he was in the mood, it wouldn't be strange for him to do something crazy.
At worst, he would turn hostile and chop people up. Although there was a high probability that even if he turned hostile and chopped people up, at least he wouldn't lose face, right?
… It felt like once he started to think this way, it was already too late.
Huai Shi scratched his head, sat on the sofa, and continued to ponder.
Until he was awakened by Maki.
"Vladimir challenged me by name?"
Huai Shi was stunned at first when he heard the news she brought. Then he realized what was going on and couldn't help laughing. He was so angry that he said, "Are they afraid that Lao Guo will treat them as a pushover, so they are using me as a lightning rod? “
Zhen Xi understood and immediately stood up: "If that's the case, then I'll let them leave immediately."
"No need."
Huai Shi raised his hand. "Although saying 'I don't care' might seem a little arrogant, why wouldn't I take the experience bag that's delivered to my doorstep? I promised them. "
Now, Huai Shi was eager to accumulate more experience and skills before he encountered Guo Shouque. He didn't have to spend too much effort looking for her, so how could he possibly reject her?
Previously, his match had overlapped with Motoko's match, or he hadn't watched it for various reasons. Now, he wanted to experience the power of this Russian Federation bear.
"So, what's the bet?"
Huai Shi walked directly to the door and looked at Vladimir's emissary. "For a named duel, the person who proposes it usually has to bet a heavy reward, right?"
"It's been verified by the Astronomy Society. It's an anonymous black card from the Hell Magic Gold Bank. The overdraft limit is about 10 million US dollars.
It can be handed over to you in advance. "
What was taken out from the middle-aged man's pocket was a card sealed in crystal. It looked like it was made of black iron, and it looked simple and crude.
What was engraved on it was the furnace emblem that the dwarves in the Magic Gold Bank liked the most.
It was the equivalent of the currency in the Abyss. The funds and limits stored in it could be exchanged for Source Crystals at any time. Depending on the authority and level, there would even be discounts.
If that was the case, it wasn't worth mentioning at all.
Wasn't it just money?
Who didn't have it …
Even Huai Shi, who was now penniless because of a black-hearted woman's daily robbery, didn't care about this little bit of money. Who was he fooling? When he was a supervisor, he went out and did more than this amount …
But in the Magic Gold Bank, the black card didn't mean VIP.
It was synonymous with taboo services.
Simply put, what could be overdrawn from it wasn't the amount of money, but the 'luck' that was equivalent to the value of the overdrawn amount after tens of thousands of calculations by the dwarf actuaries.
In other words, as long as he held this card … he could enjoy the good luck worth 10 million US dollars at any time.
But at the same time, he had to pay a price.
Along with the high interest.
The back of good luck was bad luck. Overdrawing good luck had to be repaid by encountering bad luck.
Once used, the anonymous black card would be automatically bound until the debt was paid off. It would not be restored to its anonymous state until the debt was paid off. In other words, before that, the user would maintain a state where cold water would be stuck in his teeth. Even walking on the road would be hit by things. Sitting at home, there might be cannonballs falling from the sky … It was not a problem for the inexplicable negative reviews to be damaged.
"Okay, no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. It's passable."
Huai Shi had a toothache when he saw this.
This thing was completely useless to him. His own luck had been changed by Crow to the point that even his mother couldn't recognize it. Not to mention, there was the interference and influence of the Book of Destiny.
If he tried to have a little bit of good luck with this thing, it might cause a messy chain reaction …
After thinking about it, he took it and threw it to Zhen Xi.
After Huai Shi solemnly reminded her to use it with caution, she signed her name on the confirmation form. "So, what's the time of the match?"
"Tonight."
"Okay, then it's decided."
Huai Shi nodded. Suddenly, he felt an uneasy premonition in his heart become stronger.
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Late at night, Imperial Chef's Test Arena.
When Huai Shi entered the arena, the entire arena was already illuminated by the blazing fire. The heat was oppressive.
It was the grill.
The huge grill had already been preheated. The layer of flames burning in it was obviously not ordinary. It could still cause needle-like pain from afar.
The scorching heat enveloped the entire arena.
He had the upper hand.
Vladimir's upper body was naked, and he was only wearing a pair of large underpants. Countless tattoos continuously overlapped on his layers of muscles, and the old and new ones were randomly scattered together. Even his original appearance could not be seen clearly.
"Miss Huai Shi, long time no see!"
Vladimir laughed and put his hands on his hips. The skull tattoo on his face revealed a layer of joy. "I didn't expect to have a chance to compete with you. That's great! I've been looking forward to this day for a long time. "
"Sorry, I don't have the hobby of exchanging cooking skills with wanted criminals."
Miss Huai Shi glanced at the tattoo of a demon holding a knife on his shoulder and the fine Russian Federation words on it.
— — Cut the throat of the informant.
In addition … Church, double-headed eagle, human face, poisonous snake, demon, and angel … Layers of tattoos and words that revealed his identity were piled up messily on this overly strong body. It made people wonder if this guy was so strong that he was so strong to have more tattoos …
But there was no doubt that every tattoo was the mark of the Russian Federation's mafia. There were even the marks and symbols of various criminal organizations on the border.
"Don't say that. Everyone has a time when they were young and insensible."
Vladimir patted his bald head. "I've changed my appearance now. I fight for justice! Miss Huai Shi, do you want to know more about our Pacific Rim Rare Animal Protection Association? "
"… Sorry, I'm not interested in animal protection organizations."
The corner of Huai Shi's eyes twitched.
Amazing. Wasn't it a little too creative for a mafia member to retire as animal insurance?
"It's okay. There's nothing to lose by learning about it. The beautiful ocean — the mother of mankind is calling us!"
"No, I already said that I'm not interested."
Huai Shi looked at the grill beside him and nodded. "Are you planning to barbecue?"
"Yes, that's right."
Vladimir didn't hide his boasting. "But Arum and I are the best cooking demons here who are good at roasting ingredients … By the way, although that guy looks like a hippie, he's best at roasting meat in the Ottoman style. It's lukewarm and conservative. It's really not interesting at all. I prefer a more rough fire. Only the meat that can't be burnt and roasted is good meat, right?"
As he spoke, his fingers tapped on the net on the grill. When the iron wire trembled, it actually made a sharp and thick high-pitched sound like an electric sound.
With a few casual taps of his fingers, the flames seemed to come alive. They rose from the steel-like charcoal and gathered into a blurry figure that wandered on the grill net.
The vibrations overlapped with each other and actually vaguely formed a melody.
And in the blurry melody, the figure formed by the flames instantly split into two and began to dance enthusiastically on the iron net.
It followed Vladimir.
"Cossack dance?"
Huai Shi raised his eyebrows and slowly frowned. "Isn't this already considered sexual harassment?"
The tune was clearly a folk song from the Russian Federation, "Peddler". The young peddler used brocades and jewelry to lure beautiful girls to the wheat fields late at night to make a deal with him …
I'm afraid that most people's opportunity to listen to this song came from a certain ancestor-level square game, right?
"This is a passionate confession, Miss Huai Shi."
Vladimir laughed loudly. He crossed his arms and his legs bounced along with the melody on the ground. "Do you feel my strong passion?"
"Sorry, no. Goodbye."
Huai Shi walked over indifferently, raised his palm, bent his fingers, and flicked his fingers on the grill.
In an instant, the buzzing sound was cut off. The huge grill trembled violently, and the blurry melody changed from a passionate peddler to a light tune.
"The Nutcracker"!
After Huai Shi's finger swept over, the passionate Cossack dance on the grill changed. The pure white flames shrank into a slender figure, circling gracefully.
No matter how the illusions in the other flames chased after it, they could not touch the graceful figure dancing gracefully on the grill net.
"Heh, this is probably a bootlicker."
Under the stunned gazes of the audience, Miss Huai Shi smiled sympathetically.
Competing in fire control?
Who am I afraid of?
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