Warrior's Troubleshooting System

Chapter 110 The City Lord Has Been Tricked
So the lobby manager ordered his subordinates:
"That bastard is the one that the big boss wants to kill. The big boss will come over in a while. You have to do everything possible to keep that bastard steady and don't let him leave the banquet hall. If that bastard runs away, I will kill you."

The martial artist in charge of selling wine is the boss brother of the lobby manager. He knows his boss brother very well, and his boss brother will not speak harshly to him until the moment of life and death.

So the warrior in charge of selling wine immediately put on a comfortable smile, and walked towards Liu Feng with two bottles of fine wine.

When he walked up to Liu Feng, he said:
"Master, it's too greasy for you to eat meat alone, drink some imported red wine to relieve the greasy."

Liu Feng immersed himself in cleaning up all kinds of big meat in the pot, turning a blind eye to the courteous guy.

The warrior in charge of dragging Liu Feng pulled out the cork of the red wine and said:

"Master, this is a high-quality red wine, you don't believe it."

Liu Feng said this time:
"Bring me a dozen more big bags. There are not enough bags."

The martial artist holding the red wine looked at Liu Feng with his head buried in his head, stuffing meat into the bag in a daze:
"Is this old guy really a warrior? Why does he look like a starving ghost?"

But since it is a bastard that the city master can kill with his own hands, he must be a master.

Therefore, the martial artist who presented the wine did not dare to be negligent, and hurriedly went to the bar to take out a dozen bags used to hold wine and hand them to Liu Feng.

But he didn't plan to pretend to Liu Feng, because letting Liu Feng do it himself could delay time better.

Unexpectedly, after receiving the dozen or so bags, he said:
"Okay, it's time for the old man to go home, thank you for the delicious food you made for the old man."

As Liu Feng said, he was about to leave with more than a dozen bags of meat.

Seeing this, the martial artist offering the wine hastily persuaded:

"Uncle, please stay here to eat some meat and drink some wine."

"Do you welcome me to eat for free here? I don't have money to pay you!"

Liu Feng said.

"Uncle, what do you mean by this? It is the traditional virtue of our nation to respect the elderly and love the young, so it is our honor for you to eat and drink for free here."

Warriors with heavy responsibilities tried their best to show their courtesy.

"Haha, I just like how bitchy you are. Since your hotel is so filial, I won't be polite. Find me a seat by the window and serve me good wine and meat. I'll have a good time too."

Liu Feng said with a very happy look.

The warrior who wanted to keep Liu Feng was afraid that Liu Feng would run away after sitting by the window, so he said:
"Master, the seat by the window is already occupied, why don't I find you a seat near the arena, you can watch the arena while eating meat and drinking, and I can personally give you 10 yuan in chips for free, you may take it Bet, if you win it’s yours, if you lose it’s mine, what do you think?”

"Haha, that would be disrespectful,"

Liu Feng smiled happily like an old man who took advantage of it.

After being arranged by the warrior to a seat in the center of the banquet hall, Liu Feng continued to eat and drink. Wine and meat were served continuously, and Liu Feng took all of it into his belly and rounded his belly.

After a while, 10 yuan worth of chips were also sent, and Liu Feng began to place bets, pointing at the bloody fighting warrior like other betting warriors and shouting:
"Kill him to death, oh, it's powerful, and it can be done with a straight punch. Why do you have to make it so complicated? Isn't it a lie?"

When the warrior responsible for holding Liu Feng saw Liu Feng immersed in gambling, he calmed down and wanted to sell wine, but Liu Feng reached out and grabbed his collar, pulled him to his side and said:

"Xiao Er, fill the old man with ten more bags of cooked meat within 3 minutes, and the old man will take it home for the children to eat. Remember, ten bags will be filled within 3 minutes, otherwise don't blame the old man for being heavy-handed."

"Yes, my lord."

After feeling Liu Feng's power, the warrior's title was changed from uncle to adult.

But the warrior still cursed in his heart:

"Old poor ghost, who are you scaring? After a while, the city lord will come to see if you still dare to play tricks?"

The martial artist who was regarded as the waiter by Liu Feng had good hand speed that he had practiced for many years. In less than 10 minutes, he packed ten bags of fine cooked meat and placed them respectfully in front of Liu Feng.

Liu Feng stared intently at the blood-headed martial artist on the ring, and ordered the martial artist who was the waiter:

"Go on, ten more bags in three minutes."

The martial artist has black lines all over his head, cursing secretly in his heart:

"Asshole, you actually treat me as a servant. How will you die soon?"

But he didn't dare to go against the strong man's will, so he went to clean up the cooked meat again.

At this time, the city lord's men had already driven over, each holding a C4 bomb and surrounding the hotel.

The city lord walked into the hotel with four second-level silver fighters, the city lord was still red-eyed, he always felt that Murong Tianhu was playing him on purpose.

In order to kill Liu Feng today, he wore a helmet full of spikes on his fist.

When the lobby manager saw the city lord, he laughed and said:

"Boss, that bastard is inside."

"Close the hotel doors and don't allow anyone to leave."

The Lord of Jiangdong ordered.

"Yes, boss."

The lobby manager took the order.

The city lord of Jiangdong walked into the banquet hall quickly, his eyes reddened with anger scanned the banquet hall, and he saw that he had just stood up from his seat, holding more than [-] bags of meat in his hand, and was provoking him, the angry city lord. He made a grimace and stuck out his tongue.

"Bastard, I'll die for you."

The Jiangdong City Lord was successfully irritated by Liu Feng. When he kicked the floor with both feet, the wooden floor burst into a ball of sawdust or wood thorns, and then the Jiangdong City Lord flew towards Liu Feng like a cannonball.

The fist helmet with steel spikes shone coldly. The warriors who were startled by the sound of the floor explosion looked back and saw the city lord flying towards them with red eyes, roaring, and the murderous aura of the city lord made them even more terrified .

As a result, the warriors who were watching the group arena all scattered and fled in panic.

And Liu Feng was still stuffing more than twenty bags into his hands, as if he didn't see the red-eyed city lord.

The city lord was confused:

"Why doesn't this bastard hide? Does he have any magical skills?"

But the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. Since Liu Feng would not dodge or dodge, then he needed to be polite and punched the bastard's head off to avenge his son.

But just when the city lord's fist was about to hit Liu Feng's head, Liu Feng, who was bending over to pack his bags, suddenly disappeared.

The momentum of the city lord's rushing forward did not stop, and the momentum of striking with all his strength did not stop, so a reinforced concrete arena was blasted into a cloud of dust by the city lord.

The city lord walked out of the abandoned arena in disgrace, looking around with red eyes, but what made him angry was that he never saw the white-haired and bearded Liu Feng again, while his banquet hall was a mess .

The city lord feels like being tricked.

(End of this chapter)