Chapter 414: Chapter 414: Good Luck

Mr. Sun gave a dry laugh. "Boss Shen, there’s something you may not know. Business has been tough recently. We’re not like President Pan with his massive enterprise. Our liquid capital is limited. If you pull out that much money all at once, our company won’t be able to operate."

Shen Lu tsked. "Fine, I’ll give you another week then."

"A week? That’s too short. How about half a year?"

"What? No, that’s alright. Great. In that case, I’ll be waiting for Mr. Sun’s good news in three days." Shen Lu hung up the phone and went to take a shower.

On the other end of the line, Mr. Sun said "Hello?" a few times. When he realized Shen Lu had mercilessly hung up on him, he cursed angrily.

General Manager Chen, munching on some peanuts, asked with concern, "Is it really a good idea for us to deliberately withhold the money? What if we need to borrow a car from her again?"

Mr. Sun spat. "What the hell is there to be afraid of? She opened her mouth and demanded half our profits. I don’t know who gave her the nerve."

"I just feel like there’s more to this Shen Lu than meets the eye. You must have heard the rumors. It seems she’s the one who took out Boss Jin."

"Those are just rumors. If she had the power to take out Boss Jin, she would’ve done it long ago. Boss Jin’s death was purely because he made too many enemies and was too flashy."

"So, in three days, are we going to give her the money?"

"Give her my ass. We have no money," Mr. Sun spat irritably. "She’d better hope she doesn’t fall into my hands, or I’ll make sure she regrets it!"

General Manager Chen rubbed the skin off a peanut and brought up another topic. "In this year’s Kitchen King competition, five of our restaurant’s chefs have made it to the third round of the preliminaries."

"Five? How is that two fewer than last year?"

"The competition is fierce this year. Who wouldn’t want to make an impression on the Eldest Prince? I heard even Master Cheng has come out of retirement."

"Him? Hasn’t that old geezer been retired for about ten years?"

"Heh, he has a granddaughter who’s eighteen this year. You get it, right?"

"That’s just wishful thinking. Unless the Eldest Prince has gone stupid, why would he ever take a liking to a chef’s granddaughter? The Upper City District is full of young ladies from wealthy families. Any one of them is more presentable than his granddaughter."

"Master Cheng dotes on his granddaughter. Even though he knows it’s impossible, he can’t bear to let her lose all hope."

Mr. Sun tut-tutted, then it suddenly dawned on him. "So the two chefs we’re missing were knocked out by him?"

"Probably."

"Son of a bitch." Mr. Sun paced back and forth a couple of times. "I have to come up with a plan."

"I don’t think it’s necessary. Our best result has always just been in the top 20, anyway."

"What the hell do you know?"

Mr. Sun cursed at him, then left.

After all the preliminary rounds were over, the 50 contestants who successfully advanced from the Lower City District qualifiers would go to the Upper City District television station in a week for the official competition.

Shen Lu secured a spot without a doubt. Sang Yue, after a series of setbacks, only managed to make the list of advancing contestants with a little help from Shen Lu.

Among these 50 people, Shen Lu was somewhat surprised to see Song Zhigao.

He was now the head chef at a medium-sized restaurant in the Lower City District and looked even thinner than before. When he saw Shen Lu, however, his eyes lit up.

But he didn’t come over to say hello. He just watched from a distance for a few seconds, and when he noticed Shen Lu had seen him, he hurriedly looked away.

’This kid’s luck isn’t half bad.’

Shen Lu mused to herself. She had thought that after he was kicked out, Boss Jin’s men would have taught him a lesson. If not killed, he would have at least been injured.

But now, looking at him, he was in one piece and could even participate in the competition.

Shen Lu didn’t approach him either. After casually looking away, she followed the crowd out. Xue Can spotted her at a glance and immediately came over to protect her.

"There are a few unusual auras nearby. We need to be careful."

"Okay, I understand." Shen Lu nodded gravely.

Sure enough, just as their car exited the underground garage, a ball of fire fell from the sky.

Xue Can slammed on the accelerator. The fireball, with a CRASH, smashed into the rear of the car. The scorching flames seemed to have a mind of their own, slithering along the car’s body and burrowing under the hood in the blink of an eye.

"Not good. They’re trying to blow up the car."

Xue Can reacted instantly. He unbuckled his seatbelt, grabbed Shen Lu, and jumped out of the car.

BOOM!

The car exploded in a cloud of dust and debris. A heatwave carrying razor-sharp shrapnel sprayed outward.

Two cuts were slashed across Shen Lu’s cheek, and that was while Xue Can was shielding her in his arms. Xue Can was in a much worse state; an unknown number of fragments were embedded in his back.

The high temperature of the fragments seared his flesh, and Shen Lu could even smell the faint scent of roasting meat.

She lifted her gaze to look at Xue Can. The man’s jaw was tight, but his expression was as calm as ever, as if he weren’t the one who was injured.

The two of them rolled twice on the ground before stopping. Xue Can had no time to tend to his own injuries. He scooped up Shen Lu and fled without looking back.

"Find a deserted place," Shen Lu said in a low voice.

"It’s not safe."

"Trust me."

Xue Can pressed his lips together. With a few leaps, he darted into a building.

The pursuer sneered. He didn’t even need to release his consciousness to search for them; the trail of blood dripping on the ground was enough.

Kicking the door open, the assassin preemptively launched a fatal attack, determined to give the people inside no chance of survival.

Flashes of fire and golden light flickered one after another. The building nearly fell apart, its walls crumbling with a RATTLE, leaving only a bare frame in the blink of an eye.

’Something’s not right.’

The assassin frowned. He went inside and searched around. Aside from a few bloodstains proving that Xue Can and Shen Lu had indeed been there, he found no trace of anything resembling a body.

’Where are they?’

The assassin couldn’t believe it. He was a Level 6 Superpower User. Killing an ordinary person and a Superpower User who had just advanced to Level 5 should have been as easy as flipping his hand.

What’s more, he hadn’t held back at all, using fatal attacks from the very beginning. There was no reason he should have failed.

’But where are they?!’

The assassin searched the building inside and out, and after confirming they were gone, he rushed to Little Deer Cuisine.

It wasn’t Little Deer Cuisine’s business hours, so the main door was shut tight.

The assassin disguised himself as a supplier selling ingredients and knocked on the door.

Wang Daguo was near the entrance, so when he heard the knock, he went to open the door.

"You’re here to sell ingredients, right?" Wang Daguo let the man in and turned to bring out the weighing scale.

But in the instant he turned, a sharp pain shot through his neck, and he collapsed without a sound.

The assassin caught him and gently laid him on the ground.

He didn’t have a habit of killing indiscriminately. It wasn’t that he was kind-hearted, but rather that killing cost extra. As long as it didn’t interfere with his mission, he usually couldn’t be bothered.

The assassin scanned the area, skipped the elevator, and found the stairs, beginning his search floor by floor.

Just as he reached the second floor, the assassin suddenly felt an unusual aura.

It wasn’t a Superpower User, nor was it anything else he recognized. It was an indescribable sense of pressure.

’Something’s strange. I have to get out of here.’

The moment the thought arose, the assassin’s body was already in motion.

The instant he leaped into the air, a black rift tore open in space and sucked him in.

The next second, the rift closed, erasing all traces as if it had never been there at all.

In her bedroom, Shen Lu gave a silent, cold smile.

’Heaven had a road, but he refused to walk it. Hell had no gate, yet he insisted on breaking in.’

’Did he think he could just waltz into my restaurant like he owned the place?’

’He really didn’t know how to spell the word ’death’.’

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