As Fangzi of the Island Country swung her katana at the short waiter, she was surprised to see that the man, who had been unarmed a moment ago, suddenly held two weapons. However, when she took a closer look and saw that his "weapons" were a frying pan and a seasoning box, she couldn't help but snicker. Fool, do you really think your frying pan can stop my katana?
Meanwhile, the short waiter, who had been bracing for his imminent death, was stunned to find a frying pan in his left hand and a seasoning box in his right. Damn, has my humble existence moved the heavens to come to my aid?
As Fangzi's katana descended toward the short waiter's head, he instinctively raised the frying pan to block. When her blade struck the pan, it didn't even leave a scratch. Fangzi was dumbfounded. She stared at the pan in disbelief and exclaimed, "You, from Huaxia, what is your frying pan made of? How is it sturdier than my Island Country's refined steel?"
