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The most luxurious private room in the Imperial Cuisine Pavilion, the "Heavenly" tier, is as large as a small auditorium.

The round table made of Phoebe zhennan wood can easily seat twenty people, but at this moment only two are sitting at the table.

Li Haotian leaned back in his chair, while Lin Mo sat next to him, holding a tablet in her arms but staring at the dishes on the table.

Chen Dafa stood to the side, his waist bent at a perfect ninety-degree angle, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead down his nose, but he didn't even dare to wipe them away.

More than a dozen dishes were served in quick succession, each one as exquisite as a work of art.

Australian abalone, Alaskan king crab, French-style baked snails.

Lin Mo moved her chopsticks quickly; she had no interest in fancy or fancy dishes and only picked out the meatiest pieces.

A whole roasted suckling pig, its skin roasted to a golden brown and crispy perfection, glistening with oil.

In less than ten minutes, a small mountain of bones had piled up in front of Lin Mo.

She ate enough for about eight people by herself.

Li Haotian didn't eat much; he mostly watched Lin Mo eat.

"Mr. Li, do you like this dish?" Chen Dafa asked cautiously, his voice trembling.

Li Haotian ignored him, picked up a piece of braised pork, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, and a rich, dark sauce.

Just as he was about to put the meat in his mouth, the heavy mahogany door of the private room was gently pushed open.

A team of waiters dressed in matching black suits pushed a silver food cart in.

The man in the lead was tall and had an impeccable professional smile on his face.

"Sir, here is your dessert, Snow Frog and Bird's Nest Soup."

His voice was gentle, and his movements were elegant as he placed small white jade bowls on the table.

Chen Dafa frowned; he didn't remember ordering this dish.

"I didn't..."

He was about to speak when the head waiter had already walked up behind Li Haotian.

His smile remained unchanged, but his right hand reached out from under the food cart.

A short knife, less than half a foot long, appeared in his hand. The blade gleamed with an eerie purple light, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake.

Without any warning, the dagger, like a black lightning bolt, silently pierced Li Haotian's unsuspecting back.

Chen Dafa, standing next to him, suddenly contracted his pupils and opened his mouth wide, but could not make a sound.

Everything happened in an instant.

Li Haotian didn't even turn around.

He held the piece of braised pork with his chopsticks and flicked his wrist slightly.

"Whoosh!"

That greasy, steaming piece of braised pork belly shot backward like a bullet fired from a gun, whistling through the air.

Its speed was faster than that poisoned dagger.

"puff!"

A muffled thud.

The tip of the short knife was less than an inch from Li Haotian's vest.

The waiter's smile froze.

A greasy hole appeared right in the center of his forehead.

The piece of braised pork was embedded directly inside.

The immense force sent him flying backward.

"Boom!"

The waiter's body slammed heavily against the mahogany door of the private room.

The solid wood door, which cost hundreds of thousands of yuan, was smashed to pieces, with wood chips flying everywhere.

He collapsed in the corridor, his body twitched twice, and then he fell silent.

The private room fell silent instantly.

Chen Dafa froze on the spot, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

The smiles on the faces of the remaining seven or eight "waiters" disappeared.

They showed no reaction to their companion's death; their eyes turned cold, like emotionless machines.

They all simultaneously lifted the lid of the food cart.

What lay beneath the food cart wasn't dessert at all, but rows of weapons gleaming with a cold, metallic light.

Submachine guns, high-frequency blades, and several oddly shaped electric batons.

They were cyborgs created by the pioneers to make medicine.

"Target detected as high threat. Activate Plan B: Eliminate without mercy."

One of the cyborgs spoke in a synthesized voice.

The gun muzzle and the blade were both pointed at Li Haotian at the same time.

Lin Mo acted as if she hadn't seen them; she just frowned, feeling that these people were disturbing her meal.

She reached out her chopsticks, wanting to pick up the last piece of roast duck.

Li Haotian placed the plate of roast duck in front of her.

"You eat first, don't waste it."

He stood up and casually picked up a rosewood chair next to him; the chair felt as light as a straw in his hands.

"I'm going out to stretch my muscles."

After saying that, he picked up the chair and staggered out of the broken door.

Chen Dafa's legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance.

He only heard a series of loud, rapid noises coming from the corridor, like a house being demolished.

The sounds of metal clashing, bones breaking, and a few short, inhuman screams filled the air.

The sound came quickly and went quickly.

In less than a minute, it became completely quiet outside.

Li Haotian walked back from the doorway, the rosewood chair in his hand intact, and he put it back in its original place.

He took a wet wipe out of his pocket and slowly wiped his hands, as if he had just gone to the toilet.

Chen Dafa cautiously peeked out.

The corridor was a mess.

The walls were covered with cracks and dents, and the chandelier on the ceiling was teetering on the verge of collapse.

The seven or eight cyborgs lay sprawled on the ground, each in a contorted position, their bones broken in countless places, completely incapacitated.

The weapons in their hands had all turned into twisted pieces of scrap metal.

Li Haotian crumpled the used wet wipe into a ball and accurately threw it into the trash can in the corner.

He walked up to the dumbfounded Chen Dafa and patted him on the shoulder.

"Old Chen."

"Yes, Master Li, what are your orders?" Chen Dafa was startled and bent over again.

Li Haotian pointed to the mess outside and said very seriously:

"Your waiters here aren't very skilled."

"Remember next time, make sure you're properly trained before starting work."

Chen Dafa opened his mouth, unable to utter a single word; the expression on his face was even more unsightly than crying.

Is this what they call a waiter/waitress?

This guy's here to take my life!

Li Haotian ignored him and sat back down at the table.

He noticed that Lin Mo had finished the roast duck and was now poking at a plate of steamed grouper with his chopsticks.

"How does it taste?" he asked.

"It's alright." Lin Mo nodded, then pointed to the empty plate, "It's just a bit small."

Li Haotian sighed.

He felt something in his pocket that was slightly warm and was also vibrating slightly.

He reached in and touched the bronze plate he had casually taken from the ancient book library.

It's that so-called "star trajectory deducer".

At this moment, the patterns on the bronze plate were radiating intense heat, and the pointer inside was spinning wildly.

Su Wan's warning was correct; this thing is indeed a tracker.

Those people just now came for it.

Li Haotian took it out and placed it on the table.

The thing was like a hot potato, leaving a black mark on the golden nanmu wood tabletop.

"Looks like this meal isn't going to be peaceful."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the entire building outside the private room suddenly went out with a "snap".

The surroundings were plunged into darkness in an instant.

Only the bronze plate on the table was emitting an increasingly bright red glow.

Immediately afterwards, a flurry of footsteps and screams came from downstairs.

A massacre seems to have just begun.