Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Presidential Suite and Storeroom, The Women’s Breakdown

The long dinner finally came to an end.

Han Sumei and the other women had been watching eagerly from the side.

But even as Yun Zhenyue took a napkin from the spooky head waiter to wipe her mouth, they still hadn’t received an invitation to join.

The women were filled with anger and resentment.

’That stingy Dragon Country woman.’

’So hungry...’

’Isn’t she done eating yet?’

「A short while later.」

They watched as Yun Zhenyue and the others, having eaten and drunk their fill, went upstairs.

More than half of the food on the table was left untouched.

An idea began to form in the women’s minds.

After watching for so long, their appetites had been thoroughly whetted.

Even Han Sumei, who had already eaten, found herself involuntarily swallowing as she stared at the leftover golden silk shrimp balls on the table.

Once the restaurant’s main hall grew quiet, the women exchanged glances.

They all saw the same desire deep in each other’s eyes.

SWOOSH!

The group of women was like a pack of starving hyenas!

They rushed toward the dining table!

"Don’t fight me for it! This shrimp ball is mine!"

"The pork knuckle! There’s still a bite left! Sob... It’s been so long since I’ve had pork knuckle!"

"This mushroom soup is so savory!"

"One more bite! If I can get full now, I can last another two days!"

"That damned Dragon Country woman, how could she eat so much!"

"Leave a bite for me, I want some too..."

The women pawed through the remnants of the feast on the table!

They fought over it in a chaotic free-for-all, showing no mercy.

Just for a single bite of a shrimp ball!

They pulled hair, tore clothes, and slapped faces!!

They resorted to all sorts of shameless tactics!

They abandoned their pride, their dignity, and all their self-respect!

Don’t be fooled by the fact that they were leftovers!

Yun Zhenyue had a small appetite, and she and the head waiter had barely eaten anything.

The amount they ate was negligible. If you didn’t mind, it was basically a table of fresh, hot food!

Yamada Aiko watched, dumbfounded.

She gazed at Han Sumei, who was pouncing on the food like a wild dog.

Her expression grew increasingly complicated.

She did not join them.

Instead, she just took a long-cold steamed bun from her pocket and took a few bites.

It tasted like wax.

「Just then.」

THUD! THUD!

A series of heavy footsteps approached from a distance.

The women, who had been gleefully fighting over the scraps, instinctively looked up.

They saw the spooky chef, so massive he looked like a small mountain.

He was walking toward them with a cold expression, carrying the Bone-Cutting Knife.

His steps were heavy, and the bright bloodstains on his apron looked particularly chilling.

The women all froze.

But Han Sumei, her head down, didn’t notice.

She was feeling smug about having just snatched a shrimp ball.

However, before she could even put it in her mouth!

—SLAP!!!

A heavy hand, like a huge fan, struck Han Sumei across the face!

Thump.

The shrimp ball in her hand flew out of her grasp and landed somewhere in the distance.

The slap sent Han Sumei sprawling to the floor. She couldn’t get up for a long moment, feeling only the sharp swelling of her right cheek and a piercing pain that filled her head. Her dazed eyes were filled with rage!

She thought someone had tried to snatch the shrimp ball from her.

"...Who was that?"

...

The spooky chef’s expression was grim as he raised the Bone-Cutting Knife high.

Han Sumei looked up just in time to see this.

The sight terrified her, and she froze in place.

A warm stream slowly trickled from her lower body.

BANG!

Just as Han Sumei thought she was about to die, the spooky chef slammed the Bone-Cutting Knife into the dining table.

Then, he asked icily, "What are you doing?"

As his voice fell, the entire room fell deathly silent.

None of the women dared to eat anymore.

At that moment, a female player from the Monkey Country spoke up aggrievedly, "Sir, we’ve worked all day. Can’t we eat some leftovers?"

Her words voiced what they were all thinking.

’The Blood Moon Restaurant can’t be this cruel, can it? They won’t even let us eat the scraps they’re about to throw away?’

The spooky chef snorted at her words, his lips, flecked with bits of meat, curling in disdain. "Ordinary leftovers wouldn’t matter."

"But these were left by Miss Yun. They carry her aura. You... are not worthy of eating them."

"What?!!"

’Not worthy again!’

The female player from the Monkey Country turned pale, her chest heaving with anger.

’I can’t believe the Blood Moon Restaurant looks down on us this much!’

The other women also couldn’t believe the cold words they were hearing.

They could tolerate Yun Zhenyue using her connections to enjoy a fine meal!

If they weren’t worthy, then fine!

But to say they weren’t even worthy of eating her leftovers?

If no one ate these leftovers, they would just be dumped into the slop bucket to feed the rats!

Were they even lower than rats?

The women all wanted to retort furiously, but faced with the spooky chef’s menacing aura, not a single one dared to speak.

Under his coercion, the women had no choice but to suppress the ache in their hearts.

They dumped the better part of the feast into the filthy slop bucket.

Not only that, the spooky chef also led them to the staff lounge for the night.

It was called a lounge, but it was really just a storage room.

A few cockroaches scurried from the shadows of stacked old cardboard boxes, skittering across the sticky floor. Mildew snaked across the corners, and a puddle of sour, foul-smelling liquid slowly dripped from the wall.

Not only was the place small and dilapidated, it was also filled with a jumble of foul-smelling junk.

"You’ll sleep here tonight."

"Remember, don’t make any noise. Otherwise, I can’t say what might happen during the night."

The spooky chef reminded them coldly before turning to leave.

The nine female players were left behind.

They stared dumbly at the scene before them.

"Here? How are we supposed to sleep here?"

"It stinks! Ugh~"

"And there are cockroaches and rats! It’s disgusting!"

The stench made the women gag; some almost threw up the food they had just eaten.

Suddenly, a suppressed, trembling voice was heard.

"Is that... shit?"

Han Sumei, clutching her swollen cheek, instinctively looked over and actually saw a pile of dog shit in the corner.

This place...

...was less clean than a toilet.

There were nine of them.

Even if they all squeezed together, there probably wouldn’t be enough room to stretch out their legs.

If that pile of dog shit wasn’t cleaned up, there would be even less space to sleep.

For the sake of getting some sleep tonight, Han Sumei took a deep breath, covered her face, and said, "Everyone move. I’ll do it..."

...

Seeing the women suffer such unfair treatment, viewers from other countries complained indignantly.

[This chef owed Miss Aiko’s husband money before, yet his attitude is this terrible.]

[They won’t even let them eat leftovers? My God, are they treating them as something lower than rats?]

[Bastards! How can you call such a tiny place a lounge?]

[Why isn’t the Dragon Country woman here? What gives her the right to rest somewhere else?]

[Can the manager do whatever he wants?!!]

Just as the global audience was seething with righteous indignation, suddenly, everyone saw it on their screens.

Han Sumei had crouched down and was shoveling up the pile of dog shit with a small spade.

She then held the spade aloft, as if raising a national flag.

Her face even showed a touch of pride.

...

The Great Cold Country viewers felt their hearts sink.

Many of them had a mental breakdown!

Dragon Country’s Yun Zhenyue was wining and dining at the Blood Moon Restaurant.

And what about their country’s Han Sumei?

She was honing her poop-shoveling skills to new heights, as if practice made perfect!

’Can’t she just die already?’

...

「Meanwhile.」

Led by the spooky head waiter, Liou, Yun Zhenyue and Lin Jiu arrived at the deepest part of the hotel’s fourth floor.

Here, there was a most distinguished room, one not usually open to outsiders.

"Miss Yun, we’ve arrived at the presidential suite."

"I will take my leave now. If you need anything, you can contact me with this spooky phone."

The spooky head waiter carefully took a mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to Yun Zhenyue.

"A phone?"

Yun Zhenyue was surprised. The phone she had brought in with her had no signal.

"Yes, this spooky phone has a signal. You can make calls or video calls."

"I wish you a good night’s sleep."

The spooky head waiter finished with a light chuckle and left.

Leaving Yun Zhenyue and Lin Jiu to stare at each other, wide-eyed.

Soon, Yun Zhenyue was the first to push open the door.

The moment she saw the scene inside, her eyes widened instinctively.

"Wow!"