Chapitre 51: No Wine For 20 Years
"Ah, good wine," beamed the old man, smacking his lips in pleasure.
"I don't remember the Wang Clan being this arrogant the last time I came to this city. Heck, I was even born here. The Wang Clan I remember were prideful yet always the first to extend their hand to help those in need. You must be adopted!"
"YOU-U! . . . ATTACK HIM!" screamed the furious and drunk Wang Lei. However, the six Wang Clan experts stood in place. They kept a cautious eye on the old man, perspiring heavily on their forehead.
"What's wrong?"
Wang Lei stared at the six, as all of them were acting strange. He noticed they were afraid to even move a tiny muscle in front of the smiling old man. Not long after, a middle-aged man swooped through the broken window, east of the restaurant, standing between the old man and the six experts. Once this middle age man came in, all the Wang Clan experts kowtowed towards him respectfully.
"Grandson greets grandfather!" announced the middle-aged man still kowtowing towards the old man. He stayed in that position, awaiting orders to stand up.
"So that's the son you're proud of, Wang Qiang?" asked the old man still smiling in a calm demeanor as if the question was rhetorical. He got up and placed his empty wine jar neatly on a nearby table.
Afterwards, he walked back and took a glimpse at the quivering six Wang Clan experts then back to Wang Qiang, who was still kowtowing.
"Stand up, Wang Qiang. You're lucky this True King Wang Clan cultivator recognized me," informed the old man, taking a good look at the True King, nodding admirably.
"You're not bad kid, what's your name?"
"I am Wang Yongzheng!" announced Wang Yongzheng.
"For someone upright like you, especially reaching True King, working under Wang Lei? I can only feel bad."
"I'm sorry Third Patriarch, I can only do my duties that I am assigned to. I am here to protect Wang Lei from any form of danger and trouble."
"Even if he caused it?"
"Even if he does cause it, my loyalty will remain as I am tasked to keep him under my protection!"
"The expenses must be frighteningly high, Wang Qiang?" asked the Third Wang Patriarch turning his head to his grandson. He was quite satisfied with Wang Yongzheng attitude. This was someone worth nurturing in his Wang Clan.
"Yes . . ." nodded Wang Qiang, a feeling of shame became visible within his eyes as he glanced at his son standing on the side.
During their conversation, Wang Lei had already sobered up. However, the feelings of deep regret and shame filled his soul to the brim. If regret could be cured with a simple pill, he would swallow the pill without a second thought. He was a smart boy as he was able to discern the situation when his guards didn't dare to do anything to the old man.
Just the uncanny similarity of his father and the old man gave it away. Thinking it through, he decided to keep his mouth shut. Cold sweat ran down his back, awaiting his punishment. One could see this young master's head was tilted down in shame.
Had his father found out, then it would have been a slap on the wrist but he vaguely remembered something all the older Wang Clan members had casually warn the others about. The Third Patriarch, his great grandfather, was a usually a happy man but if any of the clan members caused problems within the city, catching his ear, he would give them a hellish punishment that even demons could never hope to compare.
Wang Lei shuddered once more as he remembered this warning. He was truly afraid of his great grandfather.
"What do you want to do grandfather?" inquired Wang Qiang, staring at his son with blazing anger under his green irises. If his grandfather wasn't here, it would have been fine. However, it still wasn't going to go well since Wang Lei caused damages within Jade Dragon Restaurant. The owner was rather cool-headed but when his restaurant was involved, his cruelty showed.
If it was any other restaurant, Wang Qiang wouldn't care so much and pay for the damages but instead he felt a strong headache coming his way.
"Hmm, if I punish him, he'd have to go into the Frozen Spire for a year," guessed the Third Patriarch, tapping his chin.
After a few moments, he nodded to Wang Qiang after finalizing his punishment for Wang Lei.
'The Frozen Spire!' thought Wang Lei, crying inwardly. He really was in deep waters this time around. With his grandfather here, he couldn't make a false accusation or lie his way out. Such horrifying luck he had.
"I'll settle the expenses with the owner, take Wang Lei and toss him into the Frozen Spire! I'll be a bit lenient and allow a small rucksack, no spatial items either!"
"Yes, grandfather!" replied Wang Qiang, cupping his hands and bowing to the Third Patriarch, then turning to his hateful son.
"Wang Yongzheng, knock him out and bind him. Make sure to keep an eye out as we go back to our Wang Clan!"
"Yes, Patriarch!" responded the six king realm clansmen in unison.
After they left, a middle-age man could be seen walking up the staircase onto the third floor. Long Chaoxing, Long Li Mei, and a teenage boy also trailed behind him.
He stopped in front of the Third Patriarch, scanning around the whole third floor, calculating the cost of damages in his head, stopping his eye on Silver who was still blissfully eating his food while drinking wine out of a cup. An unnoticeable curve on his lips, to the right, appearing and disappearing quickly. Finally, he turned his head back to the Third Patriarch with an annoyed expression.
"Hmph. Your great grandson of yours caused quite a commotion!" fumed the middle-aged man glaring at Wang Mo with his azure irises.
The middle-aged man was tall and muscular with sharp jawlines, thin eyebrows and nearly straight nose with a slight crook at the bridge. He had long black hair with blue streaks pull back into a ponytail revealing his masculine face.
"You owe me Wang Bo! It's going to cost a whole lot to replace and fix the broken window, chairs, dishware, and tables, and to prepare a new set of dishes to my customers caught during that Wang Lei's ridiculous childish fit!"
"Sorry Old Long. I never knew the younger generations of my clan would act like that," apologized Wang Bo, still smiling in a calm manner.
"I also didn't think my great grandson would have a tantrum when it came to wine! He's a true kin of mine."
"You started the mess! Clean after yourself!"
Wang Bo stared at the shameless Old Long. How was it his fault? He was drinking wine and that incredulous scene played out of nowhere!
"I'm sorry, the money and materials in this spatial ring should be able to cover the fee."
"Hmm, not bad. It's exactly everything I need . . . you're banned from ordering the Dragon's Breath Wine for a decade while your Wang Clan is banned from this restaurant until I decide to lift the ban!"
"Don't be like that Old Long, can't you cut it down to five years instead?"
"Twenty years now."
"Fine, fine! Please don't raise it up anymore, I'll re-educate my Wang Clan."
"Hmph."
An audible sigh came out from Wang Bo as he scrunched his eyebrows. He was quite angry as his face was stuck to a frown. Without any more needless words, he turned around and flew out through one of the broken windows.
"Long Chaoxing, Long Li Mei, Long Dijon, please clean up the mess. I must head back downstairs and tell that muscular glutton of a chef to cook up the new dishes," informed Old Long. He took another good glimpse at Silver again, a smile quickly formed as he strutted back downstairs hidden from everyone's view.
"Yes father," exclaimed the trio in unison before their father left. None of them saw his smile as they quickly cleaned up the mess.
"Oh, everyone eats free today and get another set of what they ordered. Including their wine!" announced Old Long, continuing his way downstairs for everyone to hear.
The trio looked at each other in awe, rarely did their father showed any form of benevolence. Even when they were training or working in their family restaurant. All three were showered with a lot of love and familial affection from both their mother and father, but their father had always been a strict individual.
No of them could slack off or the punishment they received would be severe. However, his strict teachings allowed them to become quite strong and formidable than those in the same realm.
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"Hey Fatty! Looks like we have come to the right world," grinned Old Long staring at the back of a muscular, middle-aged man cooking in the restaurant's kitchen.
As this cook turned around, one could see he his short military cut hair alongside a set of bushy eyebrows. His face carried an attractive appeal with his chiseled jaws, straight nose and fair jade-like skin illuminating a healthy glow. Even the heaven would be jealous of how perfectly this man appeared. He stood at a staggering of 2.4 meters in height accompanied by his fitting, muscular physique. However, a bloodthirsty aura emanated from his golden-yellow slit like eyes as it squinted carefully at Old Long.
"Really? We're quite lucky to be settled in the right city then," responded the muscular man nicknamed Fatty.
"Should we contact the other two?"
"Not yet, let's take our time and make a new friend. I doubt that person would remember or know of us. Many years have passed, even I would have trouble remembering those from millions of years ago."
"It's been awhile since I seen that gloomy face of yours."
"Yes, it's been a very, very long time . . ."
" . . . Yes, it has."
"Our journey in finding that person has ended but a new path has been opened."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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