A sky restaurant in a high-rise building in Manhattan.
The top person in charge of the Liberty City branch officially met with the ninth person in the combat directory.
Because the Star Suggestion cannot be turned on all the time, White encountered extremely bad luck.
There happened to be a fire inspection and a food safety inspection. This was a kind of official extortion. Normally, it would not be carried out during the meal. It only meant that the boss's capital chain was broken and he had to suspend business for rectification.
As a last resort, I had to change places. I just couldn't get a taxi, and there was a traffic jam. Coincidentally, other relatively high-end restaurants nearby had super-probable incidents. Customers got angry because of the bill, and everyone in the room lost their appetite, or maybe it was...
It happened that the fire sprinkler nozzles failed to sense, and water sprayed all over the diners, making the dishes completely inedible.
at last.
Two people who could shock Liberty City by stomping their feet chose a fast food restaurant that was not classy at all.
It seems that the greasy tables and chairs, the paper towels and chicken bones in the trash can have not been cleaned for two or three days. They are piled up. Not to mention the heating, the door of the restaurant is not a sliding door, but a roller shutter door, which is raised with a plastic curtain.
Blocked, the cold wind kept blowing in and made people shiver.
The floor tiles have not been mopped for who knows how long, and they are full of shoe prints.
At this time, no improbable event happened. McConaughey sat on the plastic bench with a dull look on his face. Even though the assets in his hands were as rich as the rest of the world, he could only spend money in this kind of place.
He was totally stupid. He had never been as unlucky as he was today in his life. If he wasn't really hungry, he would have no choice but to stay here for a second longer.
White was used to it. When other foreigners came to visit the local area, they would spend their time on private jets and have a great time, but he did not have that blessing.
"Whatever you want, write it down yourself."
The plump aunt threw her greasy notebook on the dining table. She held a cigarette in her hand and was puffing on it.
McConaughey swallowed, looked at the Rockets, and asked them to write.
Even the Rockets have never been to this kind of restaurant.
"How about... let's change places."
Tank said this. He thought he would be able to eat with the gangsters tonight and become a high-class person. Unexpectedly, he and his mother would attend the memorial service, and they would be so unlucky that they cried.
"No...don't, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted."
"You guys, just make do with it."
White knew that he had to bear all this. This was the price of using his heaven-defying ability to control the fate of cause and effect. Only when he suffered and consumed all his bad luck could it end.
He took the notebook and tried to light up the highest quality items.
The plump waiter took the book and blew a puff of cigarette. She looked like a retired veteran of a striptease club with heavy makeup. She frowned as she looked at the list.
"The curry is sold out."
"Chicken breasts are also sold out."
"The steaks are also sold out."
"Order something else."
She threw the notebook back again.
Rocket couldn't hold himself any longer. He was already in a bad mood, and yet he encountered such a birdman.
"You're fucking kidding me, right?"
"Believe it or not, I burned down this store and then killed your whole family?"
The Rockets were ready to slap him.
The tank pulled quickly.
"No, let's make do with it, just order vegetable salad."
White regarded this as a kind of bad luck and took it for granted.
"Your friend is very angry. If you can't afford it, just say it. Don't mince words. I heard too many threats when I was fooling around."
The plump waiter looked disdainful, took away the notebook and went to the kitchen without haste.
Rocket's lungs were about to burst with anger, but he held it back under McConaughey's instructions. McConaughey believed that White had deep meaning in doing this. He heard that his ability was extremely special, so he had to give in to him. After all, he was a guest.
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Rocket's expression was extremely distorted. He had never been so cowardly in his life. If there weren't two big shots next to him, he would have gone up and cut his throat.
"You have received the mission to assassinate Colin, right? The summit also requires me to do my best to cooperate with you and behead him at all costs."
"Like Hao, they are a serious problem at the summit. As long as these pillars are dead, the remaining minions have nothing to fear."
"Do you have any requirements for accommodation or servants? I will provide all services."
With McConaughey's financial resources, even if White wants to live in a manor and become a star, it will not be a problem at all. Even if he talks extremely hard, he can control women's thoughts and be completely satisfied.
"Let's talk about it in three days. I might be unlucky for another three days."
White has summarized this rule.
What I didn't expect is that the food in this restaurant is so fast. Although it's just a vegetable salad, just mix it and it's ready, but at least it must be pretending to prepare it carefully. It doesn't even take half a fucking minute. I dare you to come from the back kitchen.
You got the finished product, right?
The three McConaugheys looked at the salad on the table and lost all appetite. Not to mention that it was harmless and organic, would this food really not be poisonous if eaten?
White stirred the salad with his fork, frowning and looking a little painful, but he understood that he had to eat. If he just avoided it, it would never end. He could only face it head-on like a real man.
"Um……"
While White was stirring, he pulled out from the bottom of the salad an American cockroach that had been dead for who knows how long. Just looking at the tentacles and appendages, one could feel a stench and countless germs wrapped inside.
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McConaughey and the other three were stirring their own. Fortunately, there were no others. White was like a god of plague, unlucky enough to explode.
The three of them decided that they would not eat anyway, but would just finish it with White and find a place to have some late-night snacks later.
"Is this fate?"
I saw White looking extremely sinister. In order to offset the evil consequences, he had to do this.
Click!
He picked up the table knife, raised the knife with his hand, pierced the cockroach directly, picked it up, put it directly into his mouth, and then closed his lips.
Click!
Click!
He started chewing, and not only the three McConaugheys, but everyone in the hotel were stunned.
Until White chewed it completely, his throat rolled and he swallowed it.
At this moment.
He's the toughest hunk in Manhattan.
"I……"
McConaughey was a little speechless. After all, this was his home court and he was not fulfilling his duties as a landlord.
"I don't know what to say, it's just..."
"terribly sorry."
McConaughey's eyes were a little dodgey, and now White's expression was too fierce.
"This is none of your business, it's my own problem."
"This damn place is too cold. The Mediterranean climate is more suitable for me. Let's get everything done as soon as possible."
"Use your resources to find Colin, and I'll go over and kill him."
"It's that simple."
Immediately afterwards, White began to look at the rest of the salad without any psychological burden, chewing and swallowing slowly, tasting the unknown doom.
