Chapter 99
The bodyguards stepped into the shop, and the lively chatter hit them like a wave.
Is this newly opened hotpot restaurant really doing this well?
Chapter 96: Who Says Only Those in the Light Are Heroes
"Waiter, your hotpot is so delicious. You didn’t add anything illegal, did you?"
"I'll have another plate of beef!"
"Do you do takeout?"
...
"Coming right up!"
Xiao Qin was bustling around the restaurant like a spinning top. He never expected that when Li Shidi said he was opening a hotpot restaurant, he was actually serious about it.
As he served dishes, he couldn’t help but wonder:
"Master, Li Shidi didn’t put anything illegal in the hotpot, did he? Otherwise, how could it be this fragrant?"
"My precious disciple, I need to borrow your body to taste it and find out."
Qianxing Wuzun could temporarily possess Xiao Qin, but this method consumed a lot of his spiritual essence.
Xiao Qin: "....."
He felt that he should have a serious talk with Li Shidi when he had the chance.
There was no need for the hotpot to be this delicious.
It had only been three days since the opening, and the place was already packed. If this continued, wouldn’t there be a line out the door in a few days?
He deeply suspected that Li Shidi’s true intention behind this plan was to open a hotpot restaurant.
"Boss lady, I’d like to settle the bill."
At the counter.
The boss lady was an ordinary-looking woman, but her eyes were particularly striking.
She clicked the abacus with a rhythmic sound, and the nearby jar was already filled with silver coins.
Ying Bing lowered her gaze, watching the money she had earned, a flicker of joy passing through her clear eyes.
At first, she thought Li Mo’s plan was a bit absurd.
But as she counted the coins that held no real significance for her, she found herself immersed in a sense of satisfaction.
Is this what an ordinary person’s life is like?
"Bing Tuozi, you’ve counted the money four times already."
Li Mo said, twirling the fake mustache on his lip, feeling helpless.
"I don’t like making mistakes." Ying Bing paused her fingers for a moment before continuing to count.
"......Fine."
As long as Bing Tuozi didn’t step into the kitchen, she could count as many times as she wanted.
Retracting his gaze, Li Mo began to observe the customers coming and going.
With his Tianming Shenyang (Heavenly Fate Divine Eye) always activated, he took notes on a piece of paper.
[Name: Luo Feiyan]
[Age: 27]
[Root Bone: Crane Wing Arm, Spirit Cat Foot.]
[Realm: Inner Breath Condensation Stage.]
[Fate: Blue with a hint of black.]
[Evaluation: Exceptional lightness skill, a famous female thief who loves to steal important items from others and return them quietly. Recently stole a swallow from the hall and decided to join the fun at Ziyang Mansion.]
[Recent Encounter: Just stole the secret manual of Feisha Dao He Bin and is now being targeted by him.]
...
This was his record of the graceful woman who was currently enjoying hotpot.
Before this, he had also recorded:
[Name: Luo Yao]
[Age: 14]
[Root Bone: Falling Goose Hand, Purple Star Eyes.]
[Realm: Twelve Meridians of Blood Qi Stage.]
[Fate: Blue with a hint of black.]
[Evaluation: Disciple of the Burning Jade Forest, exceptionally talented, with youthful ambition. Secretly stole the family heirloom, the Junzi Pen, to venture into the martial world.]
[Recent Encounter: Being targeted by the Night Ghost Liu Heng, who intends to seize her Junzi Pen to offer it to the Soul Judge of the Drizzle Tower.]
Li Mo looked up and glanced not far away.
There stood a young girl in splendid attire, with red lips and white teeth, exuding a heroic spirit.
Let’s just say, this girl must have read too many novels.
She wrapped her chest and tied her hair, thinking no one would recognize her as a girl.
At the entrance of the hotpot restaurant, she had already broken the weapons of several martial artists due to a clash of egos, drawing much attention.
At this moment, she slammed her hand on the table and shouted:
"Boss, bring me some wine!"
"I want the strongest kind! I’m known as the one who can drink a thousand cups and never get drunk!"
It was clear she was deliberately deepening her voice.
"Coming right up."
Seeing the girl’s face turn beet red, Li Mo quietly added a little less alcohol to the drink.
With that drinking capacity, she was still bragging.
He hoped that certain people from Qingyuan Sect wouldn’t hear her.
"Here you go, a little something for you."
The girl enjoyed her hotpot while drinking, tossing a small golden fish onto the table.
"Ah."
Li Mo sighed softly.
Perhaps in the eyes of young people, the martial world was all about wine, swords, and horses, spending lavishly, and seeking revenge?
Hadn’t he thought the same way before?
"Boss, how did you come up with this hotpot recipe?"
"Interested in opening a branch at my Burning Jade Forest? My brother is quite wealthy."
Luo Yao drunkenly asked.
"Your esteemed brother is…"
"The chief of Burning Jade Forest, Luo Yu!"
Well then.
No wonder I found you a bit irritating.
After the Nine Meridians Martial Gathering, Li Mo had encountered Luo Yu, who wanted to trade ten rare treasures, six famous weapons, and a fortune in gold for his Chixiao Sword.
As everyone knows, young Li had considerable family assets, so he politely declined.
Guess what Luo Yu said?
"Very well, you’ve caught my attention."
No wonder these two are siblings...
After Luo Yao revealed her family background, the gazes on her diminished significantly.
"Little sister, you’re not thinking of taking this handsome boss home, are you?"
A teasing voice came from the side; it was Luo Feiyan.
"I challenge you!"
Luo Yao glared at her angrily, her already flushed face turning even redder.
But Luo Feiyan ignored her and instead looked at Li Mo.
"Boss, you must have been quite a handsome young man in your day."
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"I’m quite interested in your…"
Hmm.
Li Mo had used the Wuxiang Liuli Sha (Formless Glazed Sand) to make himself appear a bit older.
At the counter, the sound of the abacus stopped, and the boss lady raised her head, silently looking at Luo Feiyan.
"The hotpot recipe," Luo Feiyan completed the sentence.
The sound of the abacus resumed.
"Boss, it’s already tough enough for us to run one shop!"
Xiao Qin set down a plate of lamb.
Wait, Li Shidi, are you really considering the feasibility of this?
We didn’t come here to expand the hotpot business!
"Well, we currently have no plans to open a branch."
"And we won’t be selling the hotpot recipe."
Li Mo smiled and politely declined Luo Yao and Luo Feiyan.
"Tsk, your chef’s knife skills are impressive."
Luo Feiyan squinted her eyes, picking up a slice of lamb as thin as a cicada's wing.
"He’s practiced for a few years."
Li Mo chuckled lightly.
Yes, he had practiced the Wusheng Knife Technique for a few years.
The lamb slices not only were as thin as a cicada's wing but also incredibly fresh, retaining maximum freshness.
Returning to the counter with the little golden fish, Bing Tuozi tossed it into the money jar and began counting again.
As night fell, the busy hotpot restaurant finally closed its doors.
"I gathered some information today."
"Among them, two of the stronger ones are Feisha Dao He Bin and Night Ghost Liu Heng. One is at the Inner Breath Jade Liquid Stage, and the other is at the Inner Breath Xuan Dan Stage."
"There are also some minor players, mostly at the Condensation Stage, with decent combat power; they are all vicious characters with blood on their hands."
Li Mo spoke to the notes in his hand.
Xiao Qin and Zuo Qiu Yang exchanged glances.
So many participants from the Wujian Trial came to the shop today?
How did they not notice?
Li Mo continued:
"We aim for quick kills; the faster the battle ends, the better."
"Xiao Shixiong, Zuo Qiu Xiong, those minor players will be left to you; your martial arts are quite adept at dealing with them."
Xiao Qin’s expression was complex.
Is this a compliment?
But the "minor players" Li Shidi mentioned weren’t weak either; they were all at the Inner Breath Condensation Stage.
He silently put on his night gear and donned the bull-headed mask he bought at the market.
The two slipped out into the darkness.
"Are you going out to be a hero, or staying here to wait for me?"
Li Mo turned back to ask.
"Be a hero?"
Ying Bing was a bit confused.
They were sneaking out in the dark, hiding their identities.
How could that possibly relate to the word 'hero'?
Li Mo said seriously:
"Who says only those in the light are heroes?"
"I have to tell you the story of Gotham City; there’s a hero there too."
"Every time night falls, he puts on a mask and goes out to fight evil..."
Ten minutes later.
Another figure left the hotpot restaurant.
Watching Li Mo’s silhouette disappear into the night, Ying Bing fell silent for a few seconds.
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