Marvel's Super Saiyan

"Oh, isn't this Sam!"

A man wearing a chef's uniform came over. The chef of the restaurant was followed by someone who was leading the way for Leites and others. He was pushing the dining cart.

Sure enough, Sam knew someone here.

I said there was a waiter here who looked strangely at Sam.

Lets touched his chin and realized that this was something strange.

His pockets are bulging now, so naturally he ordered the most expensive and expensive food. Five people were sitting in the booth, waiting for the chef to serve fresh food to the table first.

And Sam looked around restlessly.

After a long time, he finally found the man who made him look forward to seeing him.

"It's been a long time, Thomas."

There seemed to be a spark between the two middle-aged men's eyes. They looked at each other intently, and one glance was worth a thousand words.

"The only guests who come to eat are to try my skills. If not, just back off."

Thomas took full advantage of his home field and nodded politely to Leites before leaving. As a chef, he couldn't leave his own battlefield for too long.

Only then did Sam focus on the plates that were put out one by one. They contained seafood and had a strong Mediterranean flavor.

"It hasn't changed at all."

Sam muttered to himself with a sad look on his face.

This look is enough to make people curious. According to the script, this is when Sam has to tell the story of his grudges and grudges with Thomas, but...

"Click, click, click, click, click."

"Jili Gulu is Jili Gulu."

The pseudo-shot caught a lobster and didn't care what species it was. He bit it off with the shell attached and made a popping sound in his mouth.

There is no melancholy or atmosphere under the symphony released by Letes, only the appetite is left.

Watching someone eat haise can stimulate appetite, not to mention the fact that there are chefs here whose skills are superb.

The battle between the cards at this table suddenly became fierce. It was enough for a normal person to eat half full, but within a few minutes, he was defeated in front of the Saiyans.

"According to this, there will be three more servings!"

Sam quickly asked the waiter to inform the kitchen to add food, and he and three logistics agents brought the seafood in the hall, which was full without plates, on a full tray.

This made curious eyes turn to their table.

Gradually, the curiosity turned into surprise, then shock, then numbness, and finally everyone was stupid.

When one person eats, four people are served?

What kind of loser is this? A reality show? Is it true? Are they all false? How is it possible for normal people to eat food that exceeds their body size?

After hearing the news, a restaurant owner turned pale when he saw the piles of shells, and then returned to normal. He explained to the curious customers that the restaurant had specially invited professionals to promote it, and those people were prohibited from taking photos and videos. Post it online.

This is equivalent to giving yourself a wave of free publicity. Eat as much as you can. The more you eat, the more powerful the publicity will be.

The boss's face showed a pearl of wisdom and a profound smile, and he was indeed wily.

In the end, Leites was exhausted and paralyzed. The chef was so frightened that the crowd was trembling when he walked, and the boss personally delivered him to the door.

"I'll come again next time!"

Hearing these words, there was a figure behind Leites who was leaning against the wall, helpless and slumped on the ground. His suit and shirt were originally neat and wrinkled, but his tie was messy, and he looked like he had been ruined.

"It's not enough. I haven't eaten enough~ I haven't eaten enough~"

The seafood is delicious, and the portions are not too much. Lets eat seven or eight points, which opens up the appetite, and the gluttonous stomach is full of food.

"Principal... hiccup... I also know... hiccup... a good place..."

Sam was holding his stomach and almost died from exhaustion. The other three were also like this.

He felt so refreshed now because he remembered how Thomas looked when he was carried into the ambulance, not to mention how happy he was.

"Come on, you can go and do whatever you want. I'll find a place to eat by myself."

Letts glanced at Sam, who grinned innocently and walked with three young people supporting each other towards the parking place.

As for the safety of this officer, please ask Sam, who has seen Leites and has daily training.

Although these logistics agents did not know Leites' true identity and strength.

The fake shota was wearing a sports suit. He pulled up his hood to cover his conspicuous crab head, and then he casually chose a direction to wander around.

It was around ten o'clock in the evening, and there were a lot of pedestrians on the road, and the security in Brooklyn was pretty good. Although some people briefly paid attention to Leites with malicious intentions, no one had yet focused on this yellow-skinned man with a child.

But as Wrights moved toward Brooklyn and Manhattan, looking toward the edge of the city, the historical issues left over from Brooklyn emerged one after another.

Although the current public security and environment are residential areas that originally had multi-ethnic mixed lives, they have still been completely transformed, and a toxic tumor is entrenched in a part of society here.

The Brooklyn Pier is not as frightening to the police as Hell's Kitchen, but it is also full of gangs, making it complicated for various forces to correct mistakes.

It is unknown how many skeletons are buried under the suspension bridge connecting Manhattan and Brooklyn in the East River of New York.

"Yo~ guys~ look what we saw."

The flow of words and the way he spoke, and the pretentious rhyme and intonation made Leites frown.

He originally wandered along the East River and planned to find a deserted place to fly to Manhattan to play, but he didn't expect to encounter disgusting bugs.

A group of black gangsters with dreadlocks or crew cuts, smoking cigarettes, and having unknown patterns or words tattooed on their arms and necks are offensive.

One of the men, who was as thin as a bamboo pole and had dreadlocks, walked up to Leites with steps he didn't recognize. He had a cigarette in his mouth, took a long puff, and sprayed it on Leites' face.

"A lonely little yellow-skinned monkey! You are so lucky for kids like you. Hurry up and hand over all your valuables and valuables." The man with the dreadlocks threw the cigarette butt at his feet after smoking and crushed it with his shoe. It was his companion who was teasing him to hurry up and get the money so he could go to the pub for a drink.

Lets looked at the man with the dreadlocks in front of him, and out of the corner of his eye he also noticed the three guys walking on the road. He was in a good mood, but suddenly his mood turned bad.

It’s really disgusting…

Those who say they are victims of racial discrimination are the worst racists as a result.

In the United States, white people control the pyramid, with the absolute top occupying most of the elite and the middle class. These people promote elite education.

Other immigrants can only compete with a small number of outstanding black people. There are jobs in the middle of the pyramid, and the rest are those who implement happy education or a free-range policy, and there are exploited people at the bottom.

This is a country that flaunts freedom but shows discrimination everywhere.

One of their favorite shows is to use media and entertainment to paralyze the bottom class, concentrating resources on a small number of people, and being controlled by capital and the country.

A serious double standard here is to promote political correctness to the point where it is disgusting to all countries.

Saiyans don't like it here.

Now he is a little angry.