blogombal Chapter 277 You dare touch my boyfriend? You don't want to live anymore?!
Chapter 277 You dare touch my boyfriend? You don't want to live anymore?!
After Songxi finished speaking, the group stood at the entrance of the cafeteria, and no one spoke for a moment.
The midday sun made my scalp burn, but the words I had just spoken sent chills down my spine.
Just then, "Gurgle—"
A long rumble came from Vassim's stomach, and Vassim pressed his stomach in embarrassment.
Lin Feng's lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile:
"Looks like it's made the decision for us. Let's go, no matter what happens, we still need to eat."
This little incident slightly eased the tension.
Chiba Saori forced a smile: "Yeah, I'm starving."
The four of them stopped and joined the flow of diners, lifting the fly-proof curtain at the entrance of the cafeteria.
After taking the mugwort sachets from the shelf and skillfully tying them around their waists, the four of them walked to the food window and quickly got their meals.
Turning around, they saw that all the seats by the window in the cafeteria were full, so the four of them had to sit down at an empty table near the aisle.
Lin Feng and Wasim sat facing each other, silently picking at the meager food on their plates. With each movement of their chopsticks, their eyes subtly scanned their surroundings.
The employees coming and going looked numb, their whispered conversations were muffled, and the clattering of plates concealed an indescribable sense of oppression.
Chiba Saori and Songxi sat to one side, their fingers gripping chopsticks. They hadn't recovered from the devastating news of Grace's tragic death, and even their meal seemed unsettling.
Suddenly, Lin Feng paused slightly with his chopsticks, his movement halting in mid-air.
He caught a glimpse of something unusual happening diagonally across from him out of the corner of his eye:
An older employee, wearing a faded, pilling old uniform, slowly picked up his lunchbox and stood up.
The man had an extremely strange smile on his face, his gaze fixed intently on their table.
What's even more unsettling is that inside the open lunchbox are four dark red meatballs with an eerie greasy sheen, the ingredients of which are completely unrecognizable.
"Here you are." Lin Feng whispered two words to Vassim across from him.
[Rule 3: Long-term employees can sometimes be surprisingly enthusiastic. If they offer to share food with you, please don't refuse.]
Rule 4: It is strictly forbidden to consume meat from any animal whose form is unclear or whose origin cannot be identified.
Wasim's hand quietly clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning bluish-white.
Under the rules, not accepting would be a violation, while accepting and eating would certainly mean death; a dilemma instantly enveloped him.
The older employee strode forward, his shoes scraping the ground with a screeching sound, gradually approaching their dining table.
His smile grew wider and wider, his mouth almost reaching his ears, and the fanaticism and eeriness in his eyes intensified.
At the critical moment, Lin Feng remained calm and quietly flicked his finger under the table, instantly summoning the Water-Stained Ghost from his personal space.
A nearly transparent puddle of water landed silently at his feet, without attracting anyone's attention.
Lin Feng focused his mind, and a clear thought was transmitted to him—the target, under the feet of the veteran employee, to cause him to slip.
On the ground, the thin, slightly reflective water stains, almost imperceptible under the light, seemed to have been infused with life.
It silently and extremely quickly "flowed" half a meter along the tile grout, precisely appearing right under the old employee's left foot, which was about to land next.
A faint, chilling aura, perceptible only to Lin Feng, emanated from the surface of the water stains, making it even more slippery than oil.
Caught off guard, the veteran employee stepped firmly on it with his left foot.
"Ouch!"
Caught off guard, the veteran employee let out a short cry of surprise, his center of gravity suddenly shifted, and he lurched forward.
He flailed his arms frantically, but couldn't grab anything to hold onto. The lunchbox he was holding flew out of his hands and traced a crooked arc in the air.
With a loud crash, the lunchbox slammed to the ground, and the four dark red meatballs inside rolled out, tumbling and spinning several times before finally settling on the edge of a puddle in the corner of the cafeteria, completely filthy and inedible.
Time seemed to freeze for a second at that moment.
The muffled conversations and clattering of bowls and chopsticks in the cafeteria abruptly stopped, and everyone's eyes turned to this side.
The next second, a chilling, almost tangible aura suddenly erupted from the fallen employee, sweeping across the surroundings.
The exaggerated smile on his face instantly shattered and vanished without a trace, replaced by an extreme and twisted rage.
Beneath his skin, countless dark blood vessels writhed and bulged wildly, like countless venomous snakes slithering under his skin. His eyes were wide open, almost bulging out of their sockets, the whites of his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Lin Feng, the killing intent in his eyes undisguised.
"You little brat... is this what you did?!" His voice was like a piercing shriek, like metal being violently scraped, making people's eardrums hurt.
His old uniform fluttered and rustled without any wind, and a thick, black mist-like shadow slowly rose from behind him.
Lin Feng looked bewildered and innocent, spreading his hands:
"I didn't. There was already a puddle of water on the ground, probably someone accidentally spilled soup. What does it have to do with me?"
"Nonsense!" The veteran employee's hand trembled as he pointed at Lin Feng, roaring furiously, "I clearly saw your hand move slightly just now! And when I came over, this place was definitely dry!"
"You're deliberately trying to cause trouble, aren't you?!" Lin Feng's expression darkened slightly, and he slowly stood up from his seat.
Almost simultaneously, Wasim abruptly stood up from his seat, clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked, and exuded a fierce fighting spirit.
Lin Feng, without making a sound, put his hands behind his back and secretly put on the Silent Grip.
Just then, the other three veteran employees at the same table as the first veteran employee suddenly stood up from their seats and rushed towards Lin Feng's table, forming a circle around him, instantly creating a sense of oppression.
Chiba Saori and Songxi were so frightened that their faces turned ashen. They could only sit stiffly in place, watching the imminent conflict unfold before them, filled with fear.
The atmosphere in the cafeteria was extremely tense, like a lit fuse that could explode at any moment.
At that critical moment—
"stop!"
A clear yet authoritative female voice rang out from the direction of the cafeteria entrance.
The voice wasn't loud, but it was like an invisible ice blade, precisely cutting through all the noisy whispers and surging anger, clearly reaching everyone's ears.
All eyes in the cafeteria instantly turned to the entrance.
Tang Xiaorui was standing there.
She was dressed in a simple beige casual outfit, her long hair tied into neat pigtails. Her outstanding appearance and clear, lively temperament made her stand out like a bright pearl suddenly falling into a dark background.
She strode forward, casually placing one hand on Lin Feng's shoulder, and looked up at the veteran employee. Her voice was clear and crisp, yet carried an air of self-righteous arrogance:
"What, you dare touch my boyfriend? Don't you want to stay in this park anymore?!"
The veteran employee was visibly taken aback; the rage on his face froze, and he then offered a reluctant defense:
"But... he made me fall and ruined my meatballs!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiaorui glared fiercely at the veteran employee—her gaze was as sharp as an ice blade, carrying an extremely strong mental pressure.
"While I'm in a good mood right now, get back to your seat!"
The veteran employee trembled violently from that gaze, veins bulging on his forehead, as if he were enduring extreme mental anguish.
He dared not utter another word, staggered back to his original seat, lowered his head deeply, and dared not glance at Lin Feng again...