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"How fragrant!"
As the aroma filled the air, everyone had to admit that Seiichiro Sukiyabashi's cooking was indeed exceptional. With the Maid Sister stirring the dishes on the plate, a rich scent spread out, making everyone's taste buds tingle with anticipation.
Peter swallowed hard. If it weren't for Chen Fan's terrifying presence and the Maid Sister's overwhelming strength, he would have snatched the food from the table. Unfortunately, he could only watch longingly.
"Mm—this is delicious, but it still pales in comparison to the dishes you make, Young Master!" After tasting it, the Maid Sister made a wildly skewed judgment; in her eyes, no one’s cooking could compare to Chen Fan's fried rice.
"I'll let you off this time!" Chen Fan glanced calmly at the anxious Seiichiro. Given his earlier display of power, it wouldn't be long before the relevant authorities from the Island Nation came to investigate. After that, Seiichiro would surely have a rough time.
After all, this guy had received other guests despite knowing Zhuoben Qingyuan's instructions, and those guests were quite low-quality!
Seiichiro sighed in relief and then noticed his son still unconscious on the ground. He hurried over to help him up, just as Chen Fan's voice echoed in his ears.
"Let's go! Trouble will come soon!" Chen Fan said helplessly. To be honest, he had no fondness for the relevant authorities of the Island Nation; avoiding them would be best.
"Alright, sir," Coulson replied with a wry smile. Looking at Chen Fan, he muttered to himself, "The trouble has already arrived; you just don't know it yet. I really don't understand why the director agreed to let this guy come."
Peter looked longingly at the dishes on the table. The Maid Sister had only taken a bite, and most of the food remained untouched. Shaking his head, he thought that wasting food was a sin!
"Peter, what are you still doing? Do you want to stay behind and explain what just happened?" Coulson called out from the driver's seat when he noticed Peter was still inside the restaurant.
Startled by the voice outside, Peter snapped back to reality and hurriedly chased after them. In just a moment of distraction, he realized that his integrity had recently plummeted to an all-time low.
"Uh! Wait for me; I haven't gotten in yet!" Peter shouted at the moving car.
Watching Spider-Man rush into the vehicle in a flurry, Coulson scratched his head. Was this guy hit too hard by Natasha? He seemed so foolish.
The car slowly left the shopping street. As he watched it disappear, Seiichiro Sukiyabashi finally exhaled a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding and slumped into a chair, murmuring to himself, "Who on earth is that kid? So terrifying!"
"Thank goodness I don't have heart problems; otherwise, I'd definitely be done for!"
After reflecting for a moment, Seiichiro turned his attention to his son. He patted his face and watched as Souma slowly woke up. Ignoring whether Souma understood him or not, he blurted out, "Son, we might be in big trouble; we need to leave immediately."
"I found you a school that I was planning to send you to later, but now it seems we can't wait. Pack your things quickly and get ready to report there!"
"I'll send you living expenses every month; just take care of yourself!"
Faced with Seiichiro's barrage of words, Souma felt dizzy. Before he could fully grasp what was happening, a simple travel bag appeared in front of him, and he was promptly pushed out of the store by Seiichiro.
"This is an introduction letter, and there's this month's living expenses in the card. By the way, the name of the school is Totsuki. Just hail a taxi, and you'll find it. The rest is up to you!"
Souma Yukihira stood there in a daze, watching his father close the store door. When he finally came to his senses, all that remained was a cloud of dust trailing behind a departing taxi.
"Hey! Old man... what are you doing?!" Souma shouted in frustration, but it was all in vain. He could only look down at the introduction letter he held tightly in his hand, staring blankly for a moment before muttering, "Well, I guess I have no choice but to go to that school. Having such an unreliable dad is really exhausting!"
"Totsuki Academy aims to train the best chefs. Huh! It sounds pretty good!"
...
Not long after Souma and his father left, Seven Streams Shelley arrived in a sports car. Looking at the already closed shop with a permanent notice of suspension posted outside, she felt utterly defeated.
Suddenly her phone vibrated. Looking down, she saw a text message that left her feeling helpless. Yohou sighed, "Well, at least the problem has been resolved..."
Driving on the highway, Coulson put down his phone. Just moments ago, he had sent a text message to a department in Island Nation.
No matter what, it was better not to offend certain departments while they were operating in Island Nation to avoid obstacles and excuses when dealing with issues. Buying them some goodwill now could be considered a friendly start!
"Sir, where are we headed next?" Coulson asked through the rearview mirror, glancing at the relaxed Chen Fan.
"Back to the embassy!" Chen Fan shifted his head slightly, finding a more comfortable position in Maid Sister's embrace. Breathing in the girl's fragrance, he said leisurely, "We should make it back just in time for lunch!"
Peter sadly closed his eyes.
Our delicious cuisine! A luxurious lunch! Oh no! It's gone! Damn it! Someone owes us a feast!
On the road, Chen Fan took out his phone and called Zhuoben Qingyuan. Once connected, Zhuoben's voice came through.
"Young Master... how was the food?" Zhuoben Qingyuan asked himself. "That place was a bit shabby, but the flavors were definitely world-class; otherwise, I wouldn't have recommended it to you!"
"Let's not discuss that for now!" Chen Fan replied calmly. "I have a task for you: help me customize the most comfortable desk supplies and deliver them to Kuzuki High School's Senior Year E Class classroom. I want to see them when class starts tomorrow!"
With that, Chen Fan hung up the phone and placed it back into Maid Sister's pocket while enjoying the feel of her smooth and supple legs.
Meanwhile, at Katy Group's headquarters in Island Nation...
Even if Zhuoben Qingyuan was thick-skinned, he could still sense that his young master's tone was off—cold, chilling to the bone. Without a second thought, he immediately dialed Seiichiro Sukiyabashi's number; the problem had to lie there, as was the instinct of a businessman.
“Mr. Takamoto, I’m really sorry. I messed up the task you entrusted to me... I'm currently on the run, so you won’t need to come to the restaurant for a while. I can’t dare go back!” Seiichiro’s voice was filled with bitterness, leaving Zhuoben Qingyuan both amused and exasperated. It seemed the issue truly originated from this.
“Did you entertain other guests?” Zhuoben Qingyuan asked affirmatively. He had no doubts about Seiichiro's culinary skills; he was a world-class chef.
“Haha! You guessed it right!” Seiichiro chuckled bitterly in the taxi, rubbing his forehead. It was all his fault for not listening to the elders; now he felt like a fugitive.
“You're quite lucky!” Upon hearing Seiichiro's response, Zhuoben Qingyuan remarked, “Go hide for a bit. I’ll help you find a place. After some time, I’ll check if the young master has calmed down. If luck is on your side, you might be able to return alive; otherwise, I can't help you!”
“Alright... Thank you, Mr. Takamoto!” Seiichiro sighed in relief and then asked curiously, “What kind of person is your young master? A Transitional Ability Adaptor? Honestly, the pressure he puts on me is immense; it feels like there’s a heavy stone weighing on my heart!”
“I don’t mind telling you; it’s not much of a secret anymore!” Regarding Chen Fan's identity, if it weren’t for the monstrous threat of destroying the moon, it would likely have remained confidential.
However, now that special ability users had been thrust onto the world stage to calm the restless ordinary populace, anyone with connections or power could easily access those secrets.
“United States S.H.I.E.L.D., SSS-Class Ability User, codename Thunder Lord!” Zhuoben Qingyuan recited with trembling tones. There was probably no one who could hear this and remain unfazed; after a self-deprecating laugh, he added, “That’s my young master’s identity. So before this, if you’re still alive now, you’re really damn lucky!”
Seiichiro broke into a cold sweat; he wasn’t entirely sure what an SSS-class meant. However, not long ago, he had heard a distinguished guest mention that an S-Class ability user could single-handedly destroy a nation—one whose military strength wouldn’t be much less than that of Island Nation.
“Alright, just do your best to stay safe! I still have to complete the task assigned by the young master!” With that statement, Zhuoben Qingyuan hung up decisively.
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