"Old Ghost, let go! I can't breathe!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's face turned purple from lack of oxygen as he frantically slapped at Ghost Douluo's arm.
Seeing his old partner about to roll his eyes and faint, Ghost Douluo finally snapped back to reality and hurriedly released him.
"Cough— cough— cough!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo collapsed onto his seat, clutching his neck, coughing violently as he gasped for air.
With a trembling orchid finger, he pointed at Ghost Douluo, too furious to form proper sentences.
"You… you old ghost! Trying to kill me?!"
"Spirit Hall Elders fighting each other—if you choke me to death, the scandal will spread across the entire continent tomorrow!"
But Ghost Douluo wasn't listening at all.
His eyes—normally hidden behind a veil of black mist—were now burning with unrestrained fervor, locked firmly onto Lin Feng behind the counter.
"Yue Guan! Stop talking nonsense!"
Ghost Douluo grabbed him again—this time not to strangle but to drag.
"Quick! It's our turn! Let's order!"
Looking at the crazed excitement on his old partner's face, Chrysanthemum Douluo's resentment vanished instantly…
replaced by the smug superiority of a man who has seen everything.
He cleared his throat, slowly straightening his wrinkled collar with great dignity.
Then he tidied his hair, extended a graceful finger, and gently poked Ghost Douluo's shoulder.
"Old Ghost, calm down~"
Chrysanthemum Douluo lifted his chin slightly, perfectly imitating Lin Feng's serene elegance—
with the expression of an experienced elder saying:
"Young man, you're still too green."
"Look at you, losing your composure. How shameful for us Elders of Spirit Hall."
Ghost Douluo: "…"
The Golden Generation trio almost burst.
Yan's shoulders trembled violently, his face red as he desperately covered his mouth.
Xie Yue bowed his head to hide his expression, pretending to examine his Moon Blades, but the twitching corners of his mouth betrayed him.
Hu Liena was the calmest—yet even she couldn't resist rolling her eyes dramatically.
Her hand instinctively brushed over the dozens of shiny new gold cards hidden in her spirit tool.
Hold it in!
Must hold it in!
This is a 300,000 gold coin hush fee!
Take people's money—protect their dignity.
Even if the sky fell today, Elder Ju must remain the gracious, elegant Titled Douluo.
Definitely NOT the same man who cried snot and tears yesterday and almost died from overeating.
After delivering his "elderly lecture," Chrysanthemum Douluo finally turned to Lin Feng behind the counter.
One second—he maintained the proud, composed demeanor of a Titled Douluo.
The next second—his enchanting face blossomed into a sycophantic smile, his waist bending nearly ninety degrees, like a waiter greeting a god of wealth.
The speed of his face change made Ghost Douluo's forehead twitch violently.
"Se–Senior!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo rubbed his hands together, smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum.
"These three little ones have all drawn their prizes. So… may we order now?"
He spoke gently, as though afraid of disturbing an immortal.
Lin Feng's eyelids twitched.
Why doesn't this guy get points deducted for changing faces?
But outwardly, he only nodded lightly.
The moment he nodded, Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes lit up.
He instantly yanked Ghost Douluo into a seat and placed the menu before him reverently—
as if it were a national treasure.
Ghost Douluo straightened his posture immediately and stared at the Level 9 Intermediate Menu.
Dominating dish names.
Terrifying prices.
He was surprised for a moment—but only for a moment.
Expensive?
Not at all.
He had just seen Hu Liena absorb an 8,000-year spirit ring painlessly,
and Xie Yue's spirit power surge with visible improvement.
Compared to that, what were these gold coins?
This was practically a bargain.
"Yue Guan, the higher the spending… the better the lottery reward, right?" Ghost Douluo whispered excitedly.
"Of course!" Chrysanthemum Douluo answered without hesitation.
"Senior is absolutely fair—no deception! You get what you pay for!"
Hearing this, the dishes on the menu seemed to glow with temptation.
The more Ghost Douluo read, the more exhilarated he became.
Finally, he couldn't hold back.
"So many good dishes… I want to try them all!"
BOOM.
The entire restaurant froze.
"Swish!"
Multiple gazes simultaneously snapped toward Ghost Douluo.
Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan shivered, their eyes full of pity—
as if watching a criminal walking toward the execution platform.
In their minds, the memory of Chrysanthemum Douluo being force-fed to the brink of death yesterday resurfaced vividly, along with his Immortal Herb being confiscated.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's heart dropped.
He instinctively looked at Lin Feng.
And instantly regretted it.
Lin Feng's half-lidded eyes slowly opened.
He stared at Ghost Douluo with a curious, playful expression.
There was no killing intent.
No anger.
No visible pressure.
Only pure interest—
and a faint, amused smirk.
It's over.
Old Ghost, why are you courting death?!
The trauma of yesterday's overstuffing surged back into Chrysanthemum Douluo's mind.
He couldn't—absolutely couldn't—let his old partner repeat his mistake!
Without thinking, he raised his hand—
And gave Ghost Douluo a solid slap to the back of the head.
"PA!"
The crisp sound echoed through the silent restaurant.
Ghost Douluo—
a Level 95 Titled Douluo, one of Spirit Hall's two great Protectors—
clutched the back of his head in utter shock.
He slowly turned around, his eyes spelling out:
Who am I?
Where am I?
Who hit me?
Then he saw Chrysanthemum Douluo's panicked face.
A surge of fury shot straight up his spine.
He had NEVER suffered such disgrace—
and definitely not from this guy,
in front of three juniors.
"YUE GUAN! ARE YOU CRAZY?!"
Ghost Douluo roared and raised his hand to slam the table—
But before he could—
Chrysanthemum Douluo seized his wrist with lightning speed, twisted sharply, and—
BANG!
Ghost Douluo's dark, gloomy face made intimate contact with the cold tabletop.
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