1008: C1008 Don't Talk so Much

C1008 Don't Talk so Much

Surprisingly, there were no pursuers on their way to the hotel, and after all the paperwork was done, no one came out to make things difficult for them.0

Of course, when the two of them appeared in the hotel, countless gazes fell on them.

In the past, when Master Chef participated in this international competition, he had always been the center of attention. One reason was that Zhou Xing was too dazzling and dazzling. At that time, everyone's name had been forgotten except for Zhou Xing.

The number one in the world, the only Master Chef, the first man who had made the whole world intoxicated by the cuisine of Huaxia.

Although Zhou Xing didn't participate in the competition anymore, the culinary skills of the Chinese were always top-notch. As a result, every time the International Chef Competition participated in the competition, everyone subconsciously regarded the Chinese as their only opponent.

However, every time Master Chef participated in the competition, he would be an old chef who was over fifty years old. This was the first time Wu Lai had seen someone as young as him, no matter which country he was from.

Wu Lai was already used to this kind of look, especially when there were a few lecherous ones staring at his aunt. He said to his aunt with a smile that was not a smile, "Aunty, it seems that your charm is not low. Many people are staring at you."

"Stop talking nonsense. Your aunt is an outstanding beauty that can attract thousands of people. It's inevitable that they are staring at me. I have never seen a woman who can compare beauty with me." Speaking of this, Murong Yan said very arrogantly.

"Fei Fei, Xinxin, Min, Ziling... Isn't this quite a lot?" Wu Lai counted with his fingers as he spoke.

"Shut up!" Murong Yan patted this brat's head. Weren't they all this brat's women? Love comes from the eyes of the beholder. There was no room for comparison!

Wu Lai muttered, "Didn't I tell you the truth?"

"You still want to tell me?" Murong Yan raised her hand and was about to teach this kid a lesson. Then she noticed that there were a few foreigners who seemed to want to come closer. She said, "Let's go. I don't want to be entangled by some crazy wasp butterfly. These foreigners are really annoying."

"So experienced." Wu Lai muttered again.

"Speak less and do more work." Murong Yan came to Wu Lai's head, making him not dare to speak anymore.

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"They are already here. Aren't they going to attack?" The twelve men from the Fallen Angel were sitting together, and Little Satan was also sitting beside them. However, unlike their previous high spirits, their expressions were now worse than before.

"Let's wait a little longer. There's no need to rush. We had an agreement with them back then. At least, we can't do whatever we want in front of everyone." Lucifer said in a deep voice. However, his mind was filled with the five mysterious Chinese. It was them who made them lose all their desire to fight.

"You don't want to be someone else's wedding gift?" A person beside Lucifer asked.

Lucifer didn't say anything.

Silence was the best answer.

As the top existence in Europe, when had they ever been ordered around like this? It was as if they were no longer the kings of the Tiger Continent, nor were they existences that dominated the Heaven Rank. Instead, they were more like little brothers who had been recruited by the Chinese.

Although they had the same goal as the people of the Dark Five, he wasn't willing to be used as a spear by these people.

"Master, I want to meet with Wu Lai."

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