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When everything was settled, Chen Fan left the school, and it was already noon.
Behind the school gate, a luxury car, its body marred by countless gazes, stood quietly. As for its owner, Zhuoben Qingyuan had left after dropping Chen Fan off at school, leaving his vehicle behind for Chen Fan to use.
The young heir of Katy Group squeezed into a cheap car (an embassy vehicle), which would be quite embarrassing. If such a thing happened, the employees under him would probably be too ashamed to show their faces in public.
“What’s so funny, Peter?” Coulson shot an angry glare at him. He could only grit his teeth and glare at the culprit after his recent conversation with Ujian Weichen.
“Coulson, don’t look at me like that; you know that ability is beyond my control!” Chen Fan shrugged, ignoring the accusing gaze. Coulson would report back with titles only because Chen Fan had intentionally provoked him.
The Godslayer physique possessed more than just power. If it weren't for the Transitional Ability Adaptor (those with special powers), as long as Chen Fan infused a hint of divinity into his words, others would instinctively act according to what he said.
“Really? It’s uncontrollable?” Coulson was skeptical; the man’s words were never reliable.
“Absolutely!” Chen Fan huffed lightly and shot a fierce glare back at him.
Just as Coulson was about to say something else, Maid Sister revealed her modified electric stun gun version 11, causing him to swallow his words. As a perfectly normal person, he had no desire to challenge a hundred thousand volts.
“Silphy, let’s go have lunch. Remember that Zhuoben Qingyuan specially arranged for us to try out a Japanese restaurant! Let’s see how it tastes!” Chen Fan took hold of Maid Sister's hand that hung by her side, prompting her to retract the stun gun and gradually soften her icy demeanor.
“Sure thing, young master!” Maid Sister smiled, her charming face blooming like an orchid.
Ignoring the gazes of others, Silphy picked up Chen Fan and gently placed him in the car seat. She then extended an arm so he could comfortably lean against her.
Inhaling the girl’s delicate fragrance, Chen Fan grinned at Peter's jealous stare, revealing a hint of mocking amusement.
Poor guy + single dog = enjoy your time!
Coulson resumed his old job as a driver, maneuvering the globally limited luxury car that had drawn plenty of attention on the road. He successfully arrived at the Japanese restaurant designated by Zhuoben Qingyuan.
To be honest, after Chen Fan got out of the car and saw this so-called Japanese restaurant, he felt a wave of disappointment wash over him.
"Zhuoben Qingyuan can't be joking with us, right?" Peter exclaimed, his expectations of a lavish dining experience shattered. What kind of cuisine could this rundown Restaurant possibly offer?
"Let me check the address... Hmm? This is definitely the place!" Coulson thought to himself, not believing that such a shabby Restaurant could live up to Zhuoben Qingyuan's claim of deliciousness. Did they really think that America's Agents only ate burgers and fries?
"Stop doubting it; this is the destination. Although this place looks a bit shabby, the food can indeed be called delicious!" Chen Fan took a deep breath, suppressing an expletive, and looked mournfully at the sign above the shop.
Kouhei Restaurant—
These four characters nearly made Chen Fan unleash his frustration. This was indeed the Marvel Universe! Why on earth was this restaurant here?
If it were just the name, Chen Fan might have brushed it off as a coincidence; however...
"Did you hear that strange sound?" Peter scanned the surroundings. His ears could pick up the sound of a mosquito buzzing ten meters away. He twitched his ears and sniffed the air: "And there's an unpleasant odor!"
"Stop looking around; there's an idiot grilling Squid over there!" Chen Fan lamented as he sought comfort from Maid Sister. The moment he stepped out of the car, he spotted a boy with a red hedgehog hairstyle and dead fish eyes—he was incredibly eye-catching.
"Hey! You must be Mr. Takamoto's esteemed guests!" Just as Peter was about to investigate further, a middle-aged man in a black shirt with an odd appearance emerged from the shabby Restaurant, exuding an unusual sense of authority.
For Peter, who struggled with language comprehension, he completely missed what the man said. Turning to look at Chen Fan, who was affectionately holding Maid Sister, he asked in confusion, "What did this uncle say?"
"Oh! He's a foreign friend!" Seiichiro Sukiyabashi switched to English and politely said, "You are Mr. Takamoto's specially invited guests, right?"
"Hello, I am Colson Tefel." Coulson stepped forward, and after a polite handshake, he continued, "Mr. Takamoto had made such arrangements before, and the destination happens to be here. If I'm not mistaken, we should be the guests you mentioned."
Peter was no longer interested in talking; he leaned against the car door with a look of disappointment. Even a shopkeeper from a rundown place could speak fluent English. Next time, if he encountered a dog that spoke a foreign language, he wouldn't be surprised.
Chen Fan looked around with an amused expression. The Island Nation truly lived up to its reputation as the capital of the two-dimensional world; unexpected things could be seen everywhere. He had crossed over to the Marvel Universe and was now meeting characters from anime right here, and not just one but two!
Information interference—
This term lingered in Chen Fan's mind. In his previous life, someone had proposed such a theory.
If parallel worlds existed, it could likely lead to information interference, resulting in similar yet different events. However, this theory could not be proven and remained an elusive concept.
Yet Chen Fan had personally verified the truth of this theory; otherwise, how could the Marvel Universe be twisted like this?
Unless he had arrived in a fake Marvel Universe...
"Is Dad having guests?" A youthful voice rang out from a corner. A boy stepped forward, his curious eyes scanning the group before exclaiming, "Foreigners know our restaurant's food is delicious! Oh ho ho!"
Chen Fan's eyelid twitched slightly as an odd expression crossed his face. What was this? That smug look was just asking for trouble!
"Please come inside and take a seat," Seiichiro said with an easy smile, gesturing invitingly. "Mr. Takamoto has given the word for you all to taste some Japanese cuisine. There's no need for a menu; I believe the dishes I prepare will not disappoint you!"
With confidence in his tone, Seiichiro's demeanor changed; he no longer seemed so out of place.
Peter didn't care anymore; he just wanted to fill his stomach and wasn't thinking about any luxurious meals or gourmet feasts.
The restaurant appeared clean, with not a speck of dust on the tables and the floor free of debris. However, the environment was somewhat noisy, as it was lunchtime and many customers filled the space.
Chen Fan and his companions each had their own distinct characteristics, immediately drawing the attention of everyone as they entered. Particularly striking was the Maid Sister, whose Western beauty and allure captivated many eyes. This made Chen Fan, who was holding her arm, quite displeased. A flicker of golden light shimmered in his deep-set eyes.
“Ahem!” Coulson noticed the unusual behavior of his companion and quickly cleared his throat a few times to remind those distracted by lustful thoughts to behave. Those staring were clearly eager to catch the Maid Sister's attention; they should first experience a taste of a hundred thousand volts!
“You lot, hurry up and finish your meals!” Seiichiro frowned, his expression darkening as he waved for Souma to come over. He instructed, “From now on, do not accept any more customers.”
Although everyone was puzzled, under Seiichiro's fierce gaze, they wisely cleaned their plates and left the restaurant. Even some who had just begun to savor their dishes could not withstand the oppressive atmosphere and chose to depart.
Chen Fan did not mind others admiring the Maid Sister, but when those gazes turned into blatant desire, he could not pretend to be generous and overlook it. After all, the Maid Sister suffered from severe paranoia; overly exposed looks would only provoke her resentment. If things escalated, she might unleash a hundred thousand volts on anyone who dared to stare.
Watching the fleeing patrons, Peter let out a discontented hum. Feeling the oppressive air around him, he shifted his gaze to Chen Fan, who was already seated. Just his presence alone was intimidating—what kind of monster was this guy?
“I’m fine, young master!” The Maid Sister tightly grasped Chen Fan's hand. Without that warmth, she might have lost control earlier; her other hand had already brushed against the stun gun at her right hip upon entering.
“Silphy, don’t be afraid. With me here, no one in this world can harm you!” Chen Fan gently caressed the Maid Sister's cheek and lightly patted her hand to help ease her tense emotions.
“Boss! If you can’t serve me satisfactory dishes, hmph!” Chen Fan coldly regarded Seiichiro, who looked utterly flustered. Knowing that guests were coming yet still accepting others—wasn’t that a bit much?
Chen Fan’s imposing aura swept through the entire restaurant without restraint. Aside from the Maid Sister beside him who remained unaffected directly, everyone else turned pale.
The Demon King was capricious; he acted on whims. If the world did not align with his desires, what harm was there in destroying it?
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