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Chapter 1167: Chapter 1167: Familiar Face
Julius Reed did not like to bully others.
However, some people were bound to cross swords sooner or later, so it was better to act earlier. 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓅𝓊𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
Moreover, wearing the face of Elaenor Wood, he had no relations with Mad Dragon or the Sovereign.
Imagining Elaenor Wood arriving in Cook’s City only to find enemies everywhere.
Julius Reed just wanted to laugh.
Such petty tricks were of no use to Elaenor Wood who had come out from Boulevard.
But they could add some fun.
When he caught up with the main force of the Seven Clouds Academy, he found Templeton Lena and others arguing with a man.
"Sorry, but we don’t serve outsiders here," a middle-aged bald man said disdainfully, "You should look elsewhere."
"Bullshit! Are the hundreds of people here all your accomplices? Man, you’re passing up money, are you out of your mind?" Templeton Lena stood in front of an abandoned building, pointing at the hundreds of people eating on the ground floor, and said angrily, "You’re looking for trouble!"
After flying to Cook’s City and then walking five kilometers, everyone was somewhat hungry.
Although there were biscuits and water in their backpacks, the lure of the noodles inside the building was stronger.
From 500 meters away, they could already smell the aroma inside.
It seemed that someone had already reached Cook’s City and transformed it into a makeshift restaurant.
Although dilapidated, this type of restaurant was expensive.
After all, people in the martial arts community were generally not short of money.
As long as they could eat happily, paying a bit more was not an issue.
But now, with Templeton Lena and others being stopped outside, they naturally felt infuriated.
"Yes, those inside are all our brothers," the bald man retorted with a cigar in his mouth, pointing to the other side of the street, "If you want to eat, go find a place and cook your own food. I’m no philanthropist; I don’t need to care about your life or death!"
He was from the Starlight Group and hated seeing the flag of Seven Clouds Academy!
If his position weren’t so low, he would have already attacked the arrogant Seven Clouds Academy disciples before his eyes.
In the battle in Medicine King Valley, the Starlight Group suffered severe casualties.
Several core members were killed.
Upon hearing that the Divine Dragon Tripod was in Shadow Gate, they rushed from East Asia and were the first to station here.
While waiting for the ships, they captured a few chefs and made some money on the side.
But they absolutely refused to serve anyone from Seven Clouds Academy!
"What do you mean?"
Templeton Lena took out a hidden weapon box and pressed it against the bald man’s head, "Believe it or not, I’ll blow your head off!"
He pointed to the flag behind him and said coldly, "Look carefully, we are people from Seven Clouds Academy!"
"So what if it’s Seven Clouds Academy?"
The man swatted away the hidden weapon box from Templeton Lena’s hand, said disdainfully, "I advise you, keep a low profile! Without Mad Dragon, you think you are something? Be careful, in the battle at Medicine King Valley, you offended many people, watch out for a sniper!"
With that, he turned and walked toward the building.
"Stop!"
Slap!
Templeton Lena pressed his right hand on the man’s right shoulder, forcefully pulling him back.
"I’m eating noodles here today whether you like it or not!"
Suddenly!
As the argument occurred at the doorway, people inside put down their chopsticks and came out with weapons.
"What’s going on?"
An elder shouted, "Causing trouble?"
"We just want to go in and eat!"
Just then, Julius Reed had just returned.
Seeing this scene, he walked over to Templeton Lena and signaled him to let go.
"You are..."
The bald man sized him up, squinting his eyes, "I don’t believe I recognize you."
"This person is the chief steward of Seven Clouds Academy, Elaenor Wood!"
Templeton Lena introduced from the side, "In Seven Clouds Academy, except for Mad Dragon, the chief steward calls the shots. He’s in charge of this trip."
"Oh? The chief steward, my apologies," the bald man said with a hint of disdain in his eyes, "May I know the chief steward’s business here?"
During the years Seven Clouds Academy dominated the martial arts world, they discovered one thing.
That was, aside from Mad Dragon himself, there were hardly any strong fighters in the academy.
The year Mad Dragon disappeared, these fighters besieged Seven Clouds Academy, encountering minimal resistance.
Most of the Seven Clouds Academy disciples were slaughtered.
Now, the situation seemed eerily similar to those days.
What kind of big-shot manager!
Without Mad Dragon around, Seven Clouds Academy is just pretending to be something it’s not.
"My brothers want to get in for some food. Can you make it convenient?" Julius Reed looked at the bald man, took the cigar from his mouth, and threw it on the ground.
"You..."
Watching his expensive cigar get crushed underfoot filled the man with an inexplicable rage.
He had paid a hefty sum for that high-end cigar from the Americas.
He usually couldn’t bear to smoke it and only brought it out to show off because there were many people around today.
Yet, now...
Watching his crushed cigar, the man flew into a rage!
"Bro, you’re going too far!"
He roared angrily.
"Talking to me with a cigar in your mouth is quite rude."
Julius Reed said with a smile, hands folded behind his back.
"Tell me, what do you want!"
The bald man, irritated, rubbed his shiny head, trying hard to contain his anger.
He hadn’t figured out yet what this supposed second-in-command was capable of.
"Just want to have some noodles, that’s all."
Julius Reed maintained his smile, hands still folded.
Hearing this, the bald man turned sideways and looked at an old man, as if asking for direction.
Clearly, the old man was the boss here.
The elder nodded, indicating the man should do as requested.
But his hand behind his back secretly signaled something else.
"Everyone from Seven Clouds Academy, you’ve made many an enemy. If someone were to poison your food, don’t say we didn’t warn you."
The elder said, his face wearing an inscrutable smile.
That smile made the people from Seven Clouds Academy take a step back.
They hesitated.
"Templeton Lena, maybe we should forget it?"
"Let’s just eat some biscuits. Safety first."
Everyone expressed their concerns.
"Coming or not? If you’re not, we’re closing the door!" The bald man taunted with a smirk.
"A bunch of cowards, scared of what!"
Templeton Lena’s tone carried his annoyance.
"No worries, I’ll go. You guys wait here."
Julius Reed strode up the stairs towards the house: "Wait till I’ve eaten my fill, then you can come in."
"Stand by here!"
Templeton Lena called out irritably.
This bunch of employees, truly a challenge to lead.
Seeing Julius Reed charging straight in, the elder raised an eyebrow: "Let me make this clear, if you get poisoned and die here, it’s none of our business. Seven Clouds Academy is too powerful right now, we can’t take this responsibility."
"If I die, that’s on me." Julius Reed shouted at the doorway: "You hear that! It’s got nothing to do with these brothers here!"
"Understood!"
Hundreds shouted at the doorway.
Amid a room full of hostile gazes, Julius Reed sat by a table, waiting for his meal.
Meanwhile.
Near Cook’s City, an old man and a young man slowly walked down the road.
"Sir, can you tell me how to get to Cook’s City?" Elaenor Wood approached a roadside tent and tapped a man’s shoulder.
"You..." The man turned, and seeing a familiar face, covered his nose with his hand, shivering in fear.
This person had just beaten him up!
Why was he back again?
"Go... just go inside, keep going!" He said, sweating profusely.
"Thank you." Elaenor Wood nodded and left.
"Damn! Seeing ghosts!"
The man took a deep breath, feeling like he survived a disaster: "Just beat me up and thinks being polite solves everything? Wait! I’ll hit back!"
