The Peerless God of War of the Female President

R country NL city, a five-star hotel, restaurant.

The waitress looked at the foreign man in front of her in bewilderment, and it took a long while before she came back to her senses.

"You mean, sir, that you have no cash at present?"

Willie shrugged: "Not only do I have no cash, I don't have a check, I don't have a credit card, and I don't have anything that can be used to pay for the meal. To be clear, I'm going to eat Bawang meal now, do you understand?"

"Ah, this..."

The waitress seemed a little overwhelmed. She had worked in this hotel for several years, and she had never encountered such a thing as eating a king's meal.

"Listen well, I'm going to take my brother and leave now. If you can't decide, go and call your manager and see what he can do."

"Oh, ok, wait a minute!"

Only then did the waitress remember that there was a manager above her, so she turned around and left.

Willie looked at Yang Chen in embarrassment, only to find that the other party was trying his best to hold back a smile.

"Unexpectedly, the dignified deputy director of the Executive Department of the Presbyterian Church can't even eat the king's meal. If this is said, no one will believe it."

Willy glared at Yang Chen in dissatisfaction: "Isn't it because of you?! I, Willy, have grown up so much, I've never done such a shameful thing!"

"Oh, it's all my fault, okay? Leave the next thing to me!"

"It should have been handed over to you! You are our boss now, and you should pay for our meals!"

Willy was still complaining when the waitress came over with a fat manager in glasses.

The fat manager raised his chubby face, and behind him were seven or eight sturdy men.

"Manager, this is the gentleman who said he has no money to pay the bill."

"Well, I see, you go!"

"Yes!"

The fat manager walked up to Yang Chen, didn't even look at Yang Chen, but took off his glasses, took out a flannel cloth, and wiped it slowly.

"Is it that you want to eat Overlord Meal?"

Yang Chen sneered, and said to Willy: "This guy is quite good at pretending to be a big brother, it seems that he doesn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all!"

Willie was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice and said to Yang Chen: "You, you don't mean to smash someone's restaurant, do you? Let me tell you, it's embarrassing enough for us to eat the overlord's meal, so don't expect me to smash it for you. Other people's shop!"

Yang Chen smiled and said: "Have you seen those strong men? Judging from their muscle strength and body shape, these few people are all Lianjiazi, and there is no problem at all if they hit seven or eight of us alone. , if you don’t smash their store, you can only watch your subordinates get beaten up, either smash the store or get beaten, how do you choose?”

"you!"

While the two were whispering, the fat manager was obviously a little impatient, and said to Yang Chen with a downcast face, "Hey! I'm asking you something!"

Yang Chen stood up abruptly, looked directly at the fat manager and said in a cold voice: "Who allowed you to call me with such a loud voice? You've lived enough, right?"

The fat manager was startled by Yang Chen's icy eyes, and subconsciously took two steps back, only then remembered that he was the one who was right!

"Bastard, what is your attitude! You have to pay for your meal at my hotel! Otherwise—"

Yang Chen stretched out his finger and poked the fat manager's chest twice, and asked arrogantly: "Otherwise, what do you want?"

The fat manager didn't expect Yang Chen to be so arrogant, and he couldn't help but lose confidence in his heart, "You, don't make a move!"

Yang Chen sneered, pointed at Willy and his subordinates behind him and said: "Look at the clothes they are wearing, can't you guess their identities? This is your 'Father' soldier! How about eating you?" Is it? Come to eat at your place, it’s for your face, you know?!”

"Bastard, bastard! Even the M army has no reason not to pay for meals!"

Snapped--

As soon as the fat manager finished speaking, there was a burst of golden stars flying in front of his eyes.

Yang Chen slapped the fat manager fiercely on the face, causing him to stagger.

"asshole!"

A bodyguard behind the fat manager saw his master being beaten, cursed loudly, took a step forward and threw his fist at Yang Chen's face.

Snapped--

Yang Chen's feet didn't move at all, just when the bodyguard's fist was less than ten centimeters away from his face, he tightly clenched the bodyguard's fist like lightning.

The bodyguard didn't expect that his inevitable punch would be received by the opponent. He immediately realized that this person was a master, so he wanted to withdraw his fist quickly and launch a second attack.

However, when he exerted force on his hand, he felt in horror that his fist seemed to be trapped in a ball of super glue, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it at all.

Yang Chen slowly turned his face, staring at the panicked bodyguard.

"Being a dog also requires some brains. In the future, you need to have a better memory. No matter what the occasion, you can allow the lackeys to bark!"

After Yang Chen finished speaking, he shook his hand casually, and this strong man who weighed more than 190 kilograms flew out directly, and landed on a dining table five or six meters away with a bang, and the plates and wine glasses were smashed to the ground.

Just this one action frightened the fat manager and all his bodyguards. They froze on the spot, looking at the struggling bodyguard lying on the ground in disbelief.

Yang Chen showed a disdainful sneer, and hooked his fingers at the fat manager. The latter was taken aback for a moment, and quickly squeezed out a smile, and came to Yang Chen in a blunt manner.

"Just now you said that you have to pay for meals in your hotel, otherwise what will happen?"

"Uh, sir, you must have misunderstood. In fact, our boss has always been very grateful for the contributions made by the M army to our country, and our hotel provides free catering services to the M army several times a year. Otherwise, this time The meal fee will be waived..."

When Willie heard this, he immediately felt relieved, thinking that he had finally been fooled.

But just when he was about to get up to greet his subordinates, and was about to quickly get out of the way, Yang Chen's words made him sit back abruptly.

"Why are you so sure that we are the M Army? Just because of these guys with blonde hair and blue eyes? Or because of their uniforms that don't even have logos?"

"Uh, this... aren't they the M Army?"

Yang Chen smiled lightly: "Of course not, let me tell you the truth, these guys are the thugs of the Presbyterian Church, have the Presbyterian Council heard of it? A very, very evil extremist organization, the kind that specializes in sabotaging all over the world .”

The corner of the fat manager's mouth twitched a few times, and then forcefully squeezed out a smile.

"Sir, you really know how to joke. Even if they are not the M army, they are also from the M country, right? We are the most solid allies with the M people, and there is no problem in providing a free meal for the allies!"

As soon as Yang Chen was about to speak, Willie quickly stood up and pulled his arm and said in a low voice: "Master, can I beg you! He has already succumbed to your lust, can we accept it as soon as we see it? It's not your way of pretending, Master!"

Yang Chen looked at Willy, "You mean, why don't you just forget about it?"

"Everyone waived the meal fee, what else do you want! Don't you Xia people have an old saying, which is 'a man can't catch a toad and grab a Coke'!"

"Okay, for your sake, let's forget it this time, and next time you talk to me, you will smash his shop!"

Yang Chen put on a victor's posture, put his hands behind his back, and said to the fat manager proudly: "Don't you want to provide services to your allies and express your gratitude? I will give you another chance today to give my brothers Let's arrange a place to stay, remember, don't fool me with those inferior rooms!"

When the fat manager heard this, his face almost collapsed. It's fine to eat the king's meal, but now he still lives here?Isn't this catching the toad and grabbing out the sake? !
"Sir, I'm afraid I can't satisfy you with this..."

Yang Chen's face suddenly sank, "What do you mean? That slap just didn't hurt you, did it?"

"Uh, don't get me wrong. What I mean is that our hotel is almost full, and there are no such rooms for you now."

Yang Chen smiled, and leaned into the fat manager's ear and said slowly: "This is your problem, it has nothing to do with me, anyway, if you can't provide a room for my people after an hour, then I will send Anything you can smash here, you can smash it without falling!"