"Please—revert."
The moment these words fell, the previously silent hall instantly erupted with suppressed snickers.
So this was how senior cracked jokes that dealt psychological damage?
Meanwhile, Angel Rakshasa Dong, still kneeling on the floor, was utterly stunned.
Her body didn't dare move, but her mind had already exploded into chaos.
"Angel! Did you hear that? What does he mean!?"
"Is he giving me a multiple-choice question on how I want to die?!"
Rakshasa God's voice shrieked in her head.
"If I stand up and return to that arrogant attitude— isn't that provoking him?! I'll die!"
"But if I don't listen— is that disobedience?! I'll also die!"
"Should I… should I stand up and at least die with dignity?!"
The Angel God was also shaken by Lin Feng's sudden "request," but her rationality barely held.
"Calm down, you idiot!"
"This senior is most likely joking! Absolutely do not take it seriously!"
"Really?" Rakshasa God asked weakly.
But considering Lin Feng's abyss-like aura…
She really hoped it was a joke.
Self-preservation made her mind spin rapidly.
Thus—
She slowly lifted her head.
Her face held no arrogance.
Only a stiff, polite, slightly flattering smile.
"Senior, you… you truly have a sense of humor."
"How would I dare be presumptuous before you?"
As she spoke, she sneakily glanced at Lin Feng.
Seeing no signs of trouble, her nerve returned, and she shamelessly shifted blame.
"Just now, that useless Angel rammed me and muddled my mind. I wasn't myself."
"You're a magnanimous adult. Please don't take offense!"
Angel God's furious roar instantly exploded in her mind.
"RAKSHASA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"
But considering they were both hanging on to life by a thread, she didn't dare interrupt aloud.
Under another's roof, one must bow the head.
Lin Feng simply nodded casually.
The two goddesses simultaneously exhaled in relief.
They had survived.
For now.
Lin Feng stretched lazily, yawned, and glanced at the darkened sky outside.
"It's getting late."
"Everyone, today's main business ends here."
As soon as he spoke, everyone in the restaurant stood up neatly in unison.
"We have disturbed senior long enough. We shall take our leave!"
They bowed respectfully and filed out.
Lin Feng merely waved a hand and headed toward the second floor.
"Master~ Wait for me~"
Ah Yin's entire face lit up with spring-like joy. She lifted her skirt and skipped after him.
Hu Liena and Zhu Zhuyun, busy at the counter and corner, froze—
their molars grinding in perfect unison.
Especially Zhu Zhuyun—
watching Ah Yin's playful, swaying blue skirt.
Her Sixth Sense screamed:
Danger!!
This newcomer was too threatening!
She MUST solidify her position as "First Maid of the Boss"!
As Lin Feng disappeared upstairs, the invisible pressure blanketing the restaurant lifted.
Everyone finally breathed freely.
Then—
Everyone looked, in perfect synchronization, at the corner of the room.
There, clutching a kettle, trembling…
Ning Rongrong.
Under those dozens of suddenly-bright gazes, like hungry wolves, her face turned pale.
It's over.
The moment she had been dreading… had come.
The barbecue ox and horse—
was needed again.
She didn't even wait for the others to urge her.
She stood up silently.
Holding the shiny new kettle hanging around her neck, she tilted her head back at a tragic forty-five-degree angle and sighed with unimaginable sorrow.
"Let's go."
"I'll grill skewers… for all of you."
Her tone resembled a warrior walking to the execution ground.
The powerful experts outside smiled with relieved satisfaction.
"A teachable child!"
They thundered out the door, elbowing each other for a spot in line.
Ning Rongrong stared at their backs, then lowered her gaze to the kettle.
Her eyes almost filled with tears again.
The "Energy Replenishment Kettle."
A prize from Feng Ran Pavilion.
Its effect: no matter what liquid was inside, drinking it rapidly restored stamina and energy.
Under normal circumstances, Ning Rongrong would have celebrated such a treasure.
But now—
This was a certification.
A certification that she was a barbecue tool with infinite stamina refills.
Wasn't this the perfect item for a laborer destined to grill kebabs endlessly?!
Ning Rongrong firmly believed—
Lin Feng was petty!
Absolutely petty!
He definitely remembered her earlier threat to "demolish Feng Ran Pavilion."
And now he was TAKING REVENGE!
His intentions were sinister!
As she trudged toward her execution ground, filled with grief and injustice—
Qian Daoliu rubbed his hands and approached the still-shaken Posey.
"Xi Xi, don't just stand there. Work's over—come with me."
He grinned enthusiastically and pointed outside.
"I'm telling you, skewers with beer—perfection!"
"It's my treat today. You must try it!"
Posey looked at his eager face, then at the group of Titled Douluo outside already arguing about the queue order…
Her worldview shook again.
So… this was after-work life?
Meanwhile—
Heaven Dou Empire — Imperial Palace
Inside the grand hall, the atmosphere was suffocating.
Emperor Xue Ye sat on the dragon throne, his usually proud face now full of confusion and existential crisis.
He looked at his silent ministers.
His voice trembled.
"Ning Fengzhi and the others… went to Spirit Hall to demand justice for me… for the Heaven Dou Empire, yes?"
"I didn't… remember wrong, did I?"
The foremost minister trembled violently.
"R-Reporting to Your Majesty… yes… they did…"
Emperor Xue Ye frowned deeply.
"Did they encounter danger on the way?"
"Or did Spirit Hall dare to detain them?"
The minister paled further.
"This… should be impossible. With the School Master and Sword and Bone Douluo together… Spirit Hall wouldn't dare…"
The next second—
Emperor Xue Ye slammed his throne armrest with explosive force.
"Then where are they?!"
"It's been over ten days since they left!"
"That's more than enough for THREE round trips!"
"Why is there NO news?!"
"None at all?!"
His furious roar echoed throughout the hall.
Ministers trembled, teeth chattering, heads bowed so low they scraped the floor.
Useless!
All useless!
Emperor Xue Ye clenched his fists, face flushed with anger and anxiety.
No more waiting.
No more sitting helplessly.
He stood abruptly, determination blazing in his aging eyes.
"Pass my decree!"
"Assemble a diplomatic mission immediately!"
"I—will go to Spirit Hall myself!"
"I want to see what they're plotting—after taking HALF my national treasury!"