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If an ordinary person saw Chen Zao's towering figure, they would definitely think twice before causing him trouble.
However, the guard at the Divine Bow Corps had a keen eye. Upon noticing that the light from the street lamp did not reflect off Chen Zao's skin, he realized that Chen Zao was merely a uniquely built low-level martial artist. It was even possible that he wasn't a martial artist at all; he could just be a cook who only knew how to wield a shovel and spoon, so there was no reason to fear him.
The guard who approached to kick Chen Zao was nearly six feet tall. Yet, he too lacked any reflective sheen on his body. He was a rare specimen in this post-apocalyptic world, having reached the upper tier of beginner level and was about to step into intermediate level. Dealing with a low-level cook like Chen Zao filled him with confidence!
From the force of his kick aimed at Chen Zao's backside, it was clear he intended to send Chen Zao sprawling.
Although he didn't exert full force, it still showed a lack of respect for Ren Xiao.
It should be noted that Chen Zao was brought in by Ren Xiao; for a mere guard to dare strike or insult him indicated just how low Ren Xiao's status was within the Ren Family Army.
How could Chen Zao possibly be kicked down by such a gatekeeper?
The moment the guard charged forward, Chen Zao heightened his alertness.
As the guard's heavy foot came rushing in like a gust of wind, Chen Zao had already spun aside in advance.
His right hand, still wrapped in bandages, instinctively reached for his knife to deliver a spinning slash to the guard.
But as he raised his hand, his eyes were immediately dazzled by red dots!
Looking down again, he found seven or eight red dots suddenly appearing on his chest!
Archers from several watchtowers around the Commander's Office had all aimed their bows at Chen Zao!
Chen Zao instantly froze in place.
His hand slowly lowered.
With cold eyes glaring at the tall guard, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words: "Do you want to die?"
"You’re the one who wants to die! You came to our Commander's Office looking for trouble, didn’t you?"
Perhaps it was because Chen Zao's larger stature annoyed him; ever since Chen Zao had been brought in by Ren Xiao, the guard had found him displeasing.
Chen Zao did not want to suffer a loss in front of him. He took a deep breath and asked the gatekeeper, "What’s your name?"
"I am Han Peng, the Special Gatekeeper of the Divine Bow Corps Commander's Office! What’s it to you? Do you want to fight?"
Han Peng spoke arrogantly, acting as if he were incredibly important.
Chen Zao felt his anger rising. Why was there always such an idiot looking for trouble? Was it his fault for being tall?
"You filthy cook, what’s your name! I challenge you to a duel! Don’t think I won’t beat you just because Seventh Sister is protecting you!"
Han Peng continued to provoke Chen Zao.
Another gatekeeper quickly stepped in to pull Han Peng away, not wanting him to escalate the situation.
"You filthy cook, if you dare come to our Commander's Office looking for trouble, I won’t let you off easily! Remember that!"
As Han Peng was dragged away, he continued to shout insults at Chen Zao.
If it weren't for the red dot moving in front and behind him, Chen Zao would have immediately wanted to punch this fool.
He tightly closed his mouth and took several deep breaths before managing to suppress his rising anger.
The gatekeeper named Han Peng was noted in Chen Zao's mind.
During this three-day tour of the apocalypse, he would make sure to vent this frustration and let this foul-mouthed gatekeeper know how serious it was to provoke Chef Chen!
Just when he had been in a good mood after obtaining a treasure, it was all ruined by this brat named Han Peng. With a stern face, Chen Zao put the cleaned treasure, the Silver Pot, back into his bag.
Standing under the streetlight with his arms crossed like a black iron tower, he glared at Han Peng from a distance.
It wasn’t long before Ren Xiao came out, looking just as displeased as Chen Zao.
Approaching Chen Zao, Ren Xiao said with disappointment, "I don’t even want to eat a big meal with my Third Sister. If you could make some desserts after the meal for them to snack on during their gathering, she might let you in to cook for them. But Chef Chen, your ingredients are all high-end delicacies, right? Do you have any ingredients suitable for snacks? If not, we can just come back another time; I’ll talk to her again."
Chen Zao took a breath and said, "Since we're here, let's not waste the trip. I'll whip up something for her. But! If she wants to enjoy my culinary creations, she must pay the price! My food isn't something she can just have whenever she wants. Do you both understand? To eat my food, she needs to exchange it for a Silver Pot."
"I got it, I got it. If your cooking really has that top-notch flavor, she'll consider giving us a Silver Pot as a keepsake."
It was clear that Ren Xiao was boasting in front of Ren Ling again.
Fortunately, Chen Zao had plenty of reserves this time and could definitely fulfill the big talk from this Cute Girl.
Though there was fire in his heart, for the sake of the national treasure, Chen Zao decided to hold back his anger.
A true man knows when to bend and when to stand firm; he would deal with Ren Ling first and handle everything else later.
"Let's go meet your Third Sister." Chen Zao stepped forward.
Seeing Chen Zao's imposing demeanor filled with confidence, Ren Xiao was thrilled!
Chef Chen could actually prepare dessert! How cool!
Salivating, Ren Xiao became excited again, bouncing ahead of Chen Zao and leading him into the Commander's Office.
As they approached the main entrance, Han Peng deliberately blocked half his body in front of Chen Zao, forcing him to take a detour.
Chen Zao didn't even glance at him; with a stern face, he charged forward like a muscular tank and collided directly with Han Peng's shoulder.
"Bang!"
A powerful force erupted on Han Peng's shoulder, causing him pain from the impact!
Han Peng grimaced as he was knocked off balance by Chen Zao, instantly displaying a mix of shock and anger on his face.
Cursing inwardly: This damn chef has a pot hidden in his clothes! Damn it! So despicable!!
"Chef Chen, what are you planning to cook for my Third Sister?" Ren Xiao eagerly asked Chen Zao as they walked toward the War Strategist Office.
"You'll find out soon."
"I, Third Sister, love desserts. Can you make desserts?"
"Hah, are there really any desserts in this damn world? Everything stinks." Chen Zao felt a bit displeased, but his anger wasn't directed at Ren Xiao.
"As long as the sweetness outweighs the stink, it can be considered a dessert, right?" Ren Xiao pouted, her face full of grievance.
Seeing this, Chen Zao rarely smiled and calmed down. He said, "Today you, Third Sister, are lucky. I'll make her a Zao Pai dessert later so she knows what a real dessert is!"
"Chef Chen, you're amazing! You're truly an all-purpose Gourmet Chef! Make sure to prepare more later so I can have a taste too." Ren Xiao was still a bit regretful about missing out on the exquisite Mouthwatering Chicken last time.
"This time I'll let you eat first. After you're done, you can share with others."
"Chef Chen, you're so nice!" Ren Xiao swallowed her saliva secretly and felt an urge to hug Chen Zao.
As they spoke, the two arrived outside the War Strategist Office.
A simple guitar chord accompanied a male voice that sounded like Adu, singing with a hoarse voice and feigned emotion, drifting out from the lobby of the War Strategist Office.
Chen Zao felt uncomfortable all over and frowned as he muttered, "What kind of nonsense is this? Can he even sing?"
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