Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor-Chapter 103 - 102 The Taste of Lobster is Good!

Facing the arrogant and conceited Zheng Qian, Li Chen simply used four words to respond.

"Petty skills!"

Before the echo of his words had faded, he slapped another table with one hand.

On this table, there was also a plate of lobsters!

The lobsters seemed like fish striving to leap over the Dragon Gate, frantically jumping into mid-air.

Li Chen grabbed a metal knife and fork with his backhand. His movements were fluid and swift, as if an elf was dancing gracefully through the air.

Then, all could see the lobster shells falling like rain, while the shelled lobster meat was all skewered by his knife and fork.

The whole motion was as smooth and flowing as drifting clouds and streaming water!

Even those with no martial arts knowledge knew that cleaving lobsters was not easy, but to shell them and then skewer them required much more difficult precision and technique.

Zheng Qian’s complexion turned ashen, his face etched with two words: Shock and horror!

Such ingenious skill, even he could not achieve, but the other party executed it to perfection, making the comparison of skills obvious. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Li Chen took a bite of the lobster and slowly chewed it.

"Not bad, fresh and tender, but the heat wasn’t applied perfectly, and there’s a bit too little white liquor!"

"Boss Zhang, I suggest your chefs remember to use shallow sea lobsters, not deep-sea ones, when cooking lobsters next time. Instead of Moutai, it’d be better to use a higher-proof baijiu to offset the seafood’s fishiness, which might make the taste even fresher!"

Although Zhang Mingyuan didn’t understand martial arts, he was adept at reading people’s expressions.

The Zheng Qian who had been noisy just a moment ago now had a deathly pale face, which was the best proof.

It seemed that this Li Chen really had something special about him.

Zhang Yuanhao was dumbfounded by Li Chen’s impressive feat and asked excitedly, "Mr. Li, you also understand cooking?"

Li Chen took another bite of the lobster, smiled faintly, and said, "I have a slight understanding; it’s just a tad better than my martial arts!"

By now, Zhang Yuanhao finally understood why Ye Chuxue was so dismissive towards him.

Although he was a top-tier wealthy young master, compared to Li Chen, he was as insignificant as a firefly’s glow against the brilliance of the sun and moon.

In an instant, he who always held his head high felt as insignificant as a grain of sand gazing up at the starry sky.

"Pfft, he’s just a cook, there’s nothing to show off. Street performers, each and every one of them, do tricks way better than you. Yet I alone can take down ten of them effortlessly," said a girl, Zheng Qian’s daughter Zheng Rong.

Her mouth curled up, and her pretty face was tight, full of two words.

Arrogance!

Another disciple admiring his junior sister disciple from under Zheng Qian stepped forward to second it: "Junior sister is right, a commoner like you, no matter how able to fight, can never withstand a punch from an Inner Strength Master!"

Li Chen gave Zheng Rong and the others a meaningful glance, and spoke unhurriedly, "I’ll give you a piece of advice: weakness and ignorance are not hindrances to survival, but arrogance is!"

Zheng Rong saw Li Chen calling them arrogant and couldn’t help feeling a burst of annoyance.

Zhang Mingyuan, seeing the atmosphere growing a bit awkward, quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Everyone, we’re all friends here, there’s no need for such hostility. Isn’t there a saying in the worldly society, ’No fight, no acquaintance’?"

Since the host had spoken, Zheng Rong didn’t say anything more but snorted indignantly, expressing her dissatisfaction with Li Chen.

Li Chen couldn’t care less about her; in his eyes, including the Inner Strength Master Zheng Qian, they were all like ants.

His purpose here was to take this opportunity to test out the caliber of Earth’s Inner Strength Martial Artists.

Furthermore, he had his sights set on the luscious morsel of Jiangxin Island, wanting a share of the bounty.

After all, in the path of cultivation, defying the heavens and altering fate, a great deal of it was about burning through resources.

Not to mention anything else, just the expenses for pills alone could amount to billions.

At six o’clock in the evening, when the lights were just beginning to glow, their group of more than a dozen boarded a speedboat and traveled up the Yangtze River, heading straight for Tongzhou Jiangxin Island.

Jiangxin Island is not small, with an area of about one hundred and fifty thousand square meters, roughly equivalent to the size of an ordinary town.

However, it is full of silt and potholes, and as far as the eye can see, other than rows of low blue brick and tile houses, there are vast stretches of rice paddies.

A gentle breeze blows, and the surface of the river glistens, with occasional boats shuttling by, which provides quite a poetic and picturesque taste.

This reminds him of a childhood rhyme:

Small bamboo rafts, following the current. Birds sing, fish swim.

The banks are dense with trees; the seedlings are lush and green.

Jiangnan, the land of fish and rice, where small bamboo rafts drift through paintings.

However, other than Li Chen, none of the others have the leisure to appreciate the beauty of the river.

At the moment, all they can think of is how to gain an upper hand in the upcoming negotiation, and how to cope if the negotiation fails.

The agreed location is Immortal Crane Building, named for the white cranes that roost here!

Although the name is quite elegant, the construction is seriously not praiseworthy.

A small six-story building from the late 1980s, rundown and ramshackle, stepping on the wooden stairs creaks, the whole place is a violation of building codes plus a dangerous structure.

Li Chen is somewhat concerned that if a fight broke out, whether this dilapidated building would collapse under the strain.

Thinking of the spectacular scene of the crumbling building, Li Chen couldn’t help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

Seeing Li Chen laughing for no reason, Zheng Rong asks with some hostility.

Li Chen looks towards the distant lake and responds lightly, "It’s my own business, why should I report to you?"

"You..."

Zheng Rong frowns her brows in displeasure, and grits her teeth with a grinding sound.

She is Zheng Qian’s daughter, and quite beautiful at that. She has been the center of attention since she was young and has never been slighted in this way.

Once on the top floor, Zheng Qian sits boldly in the Grandmaster chair.

He brings four disciples, standing behind him in a formation two on the left and two on the right.

Zhang Mingyuan sits to his side, surrounded by five or six tall and burly bodyguards. They form a semi-circle, protecting him in the middle.

Li Chen stands by the window, hands behind his back, leaning on the building to watch the river, looking quite content and comfortable.

Zhang Mingyuan has a grave expression and asks, "Master Zheng, whether my Zhang Family can gain a foothold in Tongzhou depends on tonight’s negotiation. If the negotiation is unfavorable, are you confident that you can capture Zhou Tong with the iron arms?"

Zheng Qian picks up the blue porcelain teacup, takes a sip of tea, and says indifferently, "I don’t even need to act in person, any one of my disciples can capture and kill Zhou Tong!"

If this was before, Zhang Mingyuan would have undoubtedly believed Zheng Qian’s words.

But ever since he saw Li Chen defeat one of Zheng Qian’s disciples, Beishan, with one move, he has had his doubts.

However, these scepticisms can only be muttered in his heart and must not be spoken out loud.

After all, the negotiation tonight still relies on Master Zheng Qian.

As for Li Chen, although he possesses some solid martial arts skills.

He is still too young after all, in Zhang Mingyuan’s eyes, he is probably slightly better than Zheng Qian’s disciples, but definitely not as strong as Zheng Qian himself.

"Master Zheng, this matter is of utmost importance. Please, you must personally take action and capture Zhou Tong!"

Zheng Qian waves his hand and says, "Don’t worry, since I have taken your money, I will certainly make this matter turn out perfectly splendid for you."

Hearing Zheng Qian’s firm guarantee, Zhang Mingyuan finally feels reassured.

Li Chen, standing by the window and overhearing their conversation, can’t help but shake his head and sneer.

Then his ears slightly move, and a flash of sharpness appears in his eyes.

They have arrived!