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Upon sensing this terrifying pressure, Chrysanthemum Douluo almost instinctively tried to summon his Spirit to resist.
Qi Rong Tong Tian Chrysanthemum!
However—
To his horror, that golden chrysanthemum, normally so overbearing and vibrant, couldn't even bloom a single petal this time.
No reaction at all!
It was as if it were being tightly suppressed by some invisible force.
"How is this possible?!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo roared inwardly, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.
He was a Level 95 Super Douluo!
In the entire Spirit Hall, aside from Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong and Great Priest Qian Daoliu, who else could suppress him to the point of not even releasing his Martial Spirit?
But this young man, who looked barely in his twenties...
BOOM!
A second wave of pressure slammed down like Mount Tai.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's legs buckled, and he fell straight to his knees.
Crack!
His knees smashed into the wooden floor, instantly leaving spiderweb-like cracks.
"E-Elder Ju!"
Hu Liena and the others trembled.
They had expected an earth-shaking battle…
Instead, the dignified Chrysanthemum Douluo, a Level 95 powerhouse, was forced to kneel by nothing more than a single gaze.
This scene was more shocking than anything they had imagined.
"What… what level is this senior…?" Yan swallowed, his voice trembling.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng still rested his chin on one hand, eyes calm like still water.
He spoke slowly, lightly — yet carrying the chill of death.
"Eating in my place. Sitting in my chairs.
And you want to leave without paying?"
"Yue Guan—" he paused briefly, then said flatly,
"You've got some nerve."
Normally, if anyone dared call him Juhua, Chrysanthemum Douluo would make sure they understood why flowers are red.
He was an Elder of Spirit Hall!
Even Ning Fengzhi would give him face.
But now—
He couldn't even stand up.
Couldn't release his spirit.
Couldn't resist at all.
The cold sweat running down his face dripped onto the floor.
His usually charming face was now pale as a corpse.
Only now did he realize why Hu Liena and the others had been so obedient earlier.
On the side, Yan's face turned green and white by turns.
Elder Ju, why did you have to act high and mighty?!
Look where it got you!
Xie Yue and Hu Liena didn't dare intervene.
If they spoke out of turn, they might die faster than Chrysanthemum Douluo.
The atmosphere froze.
Chrysanthemum Douluo knelt trembling, his clothes drenched.
Lin Feng rested lazily in his rocking chair, calm as ever.
The entire restaurant was suffocatingly tense.
At this moment, Lin Feng was screaming internally.
Damn it, I'm giving you a warning so you'll pay. Why don't you understand?!
And those three leeks—why aren't you helping him realize it?! You can't even act a little?
Externally, his expression never changed.
He coughed lightly.
"Yue Guan. I'll ask one more time."
His tone was mild, yet irresistible.
"Are you trying to dine and dash?"
These words were practically spelling out:
Hurry up and pay.
Finally, Chrysanthemum Douluo understood.
Right!
This conflict… wasn't about a fight at all!
It was simply about—
Sixty-one thousand gold coins.
Expensive?
Not expensive!
Before death, what was money?
Even six hundred thousand—he would pay without blinking!
"No… I wouldn't dare! I'll pay! I'll pay right now!"
He shakily reached toward his storage spirit tool—
But his hand trembled like he had late-stage Parkinson's.
He fumbled for ages without producing a single coin.
Desperate, Chrysanthemum Douluo ripped the storage device off his wrist and threw it at Hu Liena.
"Nana! Pay for me!"
Hu Liena blinked, stunned, before quickly picking it up.
"Sixty-one thousand gold coins..." she murmured and began counting.
One, two, three…
Chrysanthemum Douluo almost coughed blood.
Was this the time for proper accounting?!
"Nana!!" His voice cracked like a strangled rooster.
"Just give everything to Senior! Don't count!"
Only then did Hu Liena snap out of it.
She rushed to the counter and poured out everything in the storage device.
Clatter—!!
A small mountain of gold coins, gems, jade, gold cards—all tumbled out.
Yan's eyes widened like lanterns.
Wow… Elder Ju was rich!
Lin Feng glanced at the shimmering pile, internally impressed.
So many coins… shame I can't take extra for points.
But externally, his expression remained serene.
"System, collect payment."
Whoosh—
Sixty-one thousand coins vanished precisely, as if an invisible hand snatched them away.
Not a coin more.
Not a coin less.
The rest stayed untouched on the table.
Hu Liena stared in disbelief.
"This… what kind of method is this?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo was equally stunned.
This precision… this control…
This was beyond anything he'd ever seen!
Lin Feng flicked his hand lightly.
"I'm a restaurant owner, not a robber."
"Integrity is the most basic principle."
He looked at the remaining pile of treasure with a faint regretful sigh.
So much money…
But he could only take his share.
This was the professionalism of a restaurant owner! Then, he snapped his fingers.
The terrifying pressure vanished instantly.
Chrysanthemum Douluo scrambled to his feet and bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Senior, for showing mercy!"
But Lin Feng's next sentence made his scalp go numb again.
"Now that the dine-and-dash issue is over…"
He leaned back slightly.
"Let's talk about the food waste, shall we?"