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Lin Feng's clone remained steadily efficient, and soon an irresistible aroma drifted out from the kitchen.
Not long after—
Shua—
The automatic doors of Feng Ran Pavilion slid open.
Bibi Dong entered, dressed in an elegant light-purple gown, stepping gracefully toward her exclusive VIP seat.
Today's breakfast was:
Nine-Aperture Exquisite Dumplings — skins thin as cicada wings, fillings glowing with multi-colored luster like fine glass under the morning sun.
Four Seas Homage Porridge — crystal-clear soup, plump grains, steam carrying a refreshing fragrance that seemed able to cleanse the mind.
However, just as Bibi Dong lifted her spoon—
She paused.
Her gaze fell on Zhu Zhuyun across from her.
In just one night, the girl's entire aura had undergone a shocking transformation.
Bibi Dong's amethyst eyes narrowed slightly.
A cold thought flashed through her heart:
Hmph. A little dew after a spring drizzle, and she thinks she can challenge the bright moon? Ridiculous.
Her face remained serene.
She said nothing.
She simply lowered her head and tasted her porridge with a reverent gentleness, as though nothing had happened.
But that brief, silent glance—
The oppressive pressure behind it almost made Zhu Zhuyun break out in cold sweat.
She understood immediately.
The Supreme Pontiff had noticed her changes.
And that meant one thing—
She absolutely had to finalize bringing Zhu Zhuqing onto her "sister alliance" plan. Soon.
At this moment—
Buzz—!
The doors opened again.
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and Qian Daoliu, followed by a large group of Spirit Hall Titled Douluo, strode in with pomp.
But strangely—
Every single one of them had dark circles under their eyes.
They looked like they hadn't slept for an entire night.
Especially Bone Douluo and Devil Bear Douluo, who were still arguing as they walked.
"I'm telling you! My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is wealthier than an entire nation!"
Bone Douluo jabbed a finger into Devil Bear Douluo's chest.
"As long as Sect Master gives the order, mobilizing all our merchant guilds and auction houses—we can dig up Tang Hao from any rat hole in three days! Definitely faster than your Spirit Hall!"
"What a fart!" Devil Bear Douluo slapped Bone Douluo's finger away.
"Our Spirit Hall's branches cover every city, town, and even remote villages! Once the Supreme Pontiff issues a search decree, Tang Hao won't escape even if he becomes a mosquito! Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? Hah! Slow!"
"You dare insult my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?!"
"So what if I insult it?! Want to fight? I'll use Monkey Stealing Peaches on you again today!"
"You still dare bring that up!! Devil Bear, I'll kill you!"
The two were about to fight again over yesterday's humiliating incident.
Even the other Titled Douluo felt their temples throbbing.
Finally, Ning Fengzhi stepped forward, smiling gently.
"Everyone, calm down."
He looked around and suggested politely:
"This matter concerns the Senior. For us to argue endlessly here is disrespectful."
"In my opinion—why not let the Senior decide?"
The moment he said this—
All the Titled Douluo froze.
Then they suddenly realized:
Yes!
Why were they fighting?
Everything they were doing was for the Senior!
The decision should naturally be made by the Senior!
In an instant—
Dozens of powerful figures turned simultaneously toward the counter.
Lin Feng was leaning lazily behind it, yawning.
And then—
Boom—!
Every single one of them cupped their fists and bowed deeply.
Flawless.
Uniform.
Neat.
Practiced a thousand times.
"Please, Senior, make a decision!"
Their voices were like rolling thunder.
The porridge in Bibi Dong's bowl trembled.
Lin Feng nearly dropped the cup in his hand.
Decision?
What the hell are you all talking about?
You idiots at least have to tell me what the argument is before demanding a decree from me!
But of course, Lin Feng couldn't show an ounce of confusion.
As a hidden master, how could he possibly ask—
"What decision?"
He frowned, let out a cold snort, and released a faint oppressive aura.
"What nonsense are you arguing about now?"
Just one sentence—
Every Titled Douluo trembled.
Only now did they remember—
They forgot to explain the issue!
A collective flush of embarrassment crept up their ancient faces.
Finally, Gold Crocodile Douluo stepped forward.
"Senior, let me report."
He summarized everything:
After Lin Feng returned to rest last night—
These old monsters continued eating the skewers Ning Rongrong grilled while discussing how to hunt Tang Hao.
Everyone agreed:
Tang Hao dared to disturb the Divine Envoy Zhuyun.
He had offended the Senior.
He must die—
and publicly!
But the conflict began with "who gets the honor."
Spirit Hall and Qibao Glazed Tile School each insisted:
We should be the ones to hunt Tang Hao!
Because being the Senior's "loyal foot soldier" was an immense honor.
Neither side wished to concede.
So…
They argued.
All.
Night.
Long.
"…"
Lin Feng finally understood.
These old leeks fought for the right to suffer on his behalf?
He really didn't know whether to laugh or sigh.
But one detail stood out—
"You said… your barbecue lasted until dawn?"
The moment those words fell—
All the Titled Douluo blushed.
Even Golden Crocodile Douluo quietly looked away.
Ning Fengzhi felt his own face twitch.
He certainly couldn't say:
If Rongrong hadn't roasted over a thousand skewers and collapsed foaming at the mouth with her eyes rolled back…
They would still be grilling right now.
They had been so terrified the poor girl would die on the spot that they grudgingly stopped the "barbecue meeting."
They even kindly tucked her into a Spirit Hall guest room.
Right now she was probably still unconscious.
Naturally, Lin Feng didn't care about their all-nighter.
He didn't grill a single skewer.
As for Tang Hao?
He didn't even care whether Tang Hao lived or died.
That guy couldn't even afford a single Tier 1 dish.
But—
When he glanced sideways, he noticed Zhu Zhuyun subconsciously stiffening at the mention of Tang Hao.
Ah.
So the guy had frightened his employee?
Then—
Lin Feng casually tapped his fingers on the counter.
His expression calm.
His voice indifferent.
"Since he frightened one of my people—"
Everyone's breath stopped.
"—bring Tang Hao here."
Those five simple words—
Were like a heavenly decree.
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