Chapitre 378: Chapter 378: The Cockiest Day of the Evil Chicken
One-Eyed Man wasn't one of Yanhai City's Three Scumbags for nothing.
Despite his stern facade at the department, amplified by his missing eye which gave him an intimidating aura, his heart was fragile. Love had scarred him, forcing him to cautiously guard his vulnerability.
Now, members of the Golden Crow Clan were stuck washing dishes in a restaurant, courtesy of Lin Fan. Anyone else would have rescued the Eighth Prince of the Golden Crow Clan, apologized profusely, and assured them of their friendly intentions, especially towards interstellar clans visiting from afar.
But for now, One-Eyed Man simply waited. It was still early; there was no rush.
In the restaurant kitchen, the Eighth Prince glanced at Lin Fan. He'd guessed correctly; Lin Fan was waiting for them to finish their work. For Lin Fan, this matter, which he'd started, had to be seen through to the end. He would accompany them throughout.
A day's worth of dishwashing was roughly equivalent to the cost of their meal. After all, with their numbers, they had monopolized all the dishes in the kitchen. Even hiring dishwashers would cost a couple hundred per person.
The restaurant might be losing money in the kitchen, but the influx of curious citizens more than made up for it.
Lin Fan got up to use the restroom.
The Evil Chicken hopped onto the sink, looking at the Eighth Prince.
Translation of chicken clucking: Do you understand?
The Eighth Prince squinted at the Evil Chicken, a lowly creature with no bloodline to speak of. He didn't even bother responding, as if even acknowledging the chicken would be beneath him.
The Evil Chicken continued clucking.
Annoyed, the Eighth Prince finally replied, "I understand."
"I understand you," the Evil Chicken crowed. "I'm just like you, powerless. He's strong, terrifyingly so. Since we're basically the same species, let me tell you, you have to be obedient. Don't even think about defying him, or you'll regret it. If you have any ideas, contact me. I'm willing to offer advice."
Crack!
The Eighth Prince crushed a bowl in his hand, glaring at the Evil Chicken. "What did you say?" He felt deeply insulted. This lowly creature dared to compare his magnificent Golden Crow form to a chicken? This was the greatest humiliation the Golden Crow Clan had ever suffered.
The Evil Chicken continued, "We're distant cousins. There's proof. In the local myths, of the nine suns shot down, one survived. But it lost its power, its flames, and lived on the ground. That's my ancestor. We share the same blood. It's undeniable."
No one knew where this story originated. It was likely fabricated by the Evil Chicken to deceive the Eighth Prince and establish a kinship, hoping for some advantageous connection.
Was the Eighth Prince a fool? Obviously not. Not only was he furious, but his entourage was as well, looking at the Evil Chicken as if they wanted to devour it alive. This wasn't just an insult to the Eighth Prince; it was an insult to their entire clan.
Oblivious to the gravity of the situation, the Evil Chicken preened, pleased with its cleverness. It had recognized the extraordinary origins of these beings and figured a little familial connection wouldn't hurt. Little did it know that comparing a Golden Crow to a chicken was unthinkable.
Slap!
The Eighth Prince, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed the Evil Chicken by the neck, lifting it into the air. His eyes were cold. "If you speak such nonsense again, I will kill you."
Cluck! Cluck! Lin Fan, save me! Oh, great human, save your pet who's about to be strangled!
Suddenly, a gust of wind seemed to pass through the kitchen. The Eighth Prince felt a sharp pain in his wrist and released the chicken. The next moment, he found himself lifted off the ground, held by the neck.
"What do you think you're doing to my friend?" Lin Fan's voice was calm, his expression deadly serious. He had just returned from the restroom to find his chicken, his pet and friend, being choked. He was willing to give them a chance to change, but harming his chicken was unacceptable. If he hadn't finished urinating quickly, the consequences would have been dire.
"Release the Eighth Prince!" the entourage roared. But a single glance from Lin Fan filled them with terror, their foreheads dripping with cold sweat. They felt like they were facing an insurmountable mountain, frozen in place, unable to move.
The Evil Chicken shook its head, still reeling from the near-death experience. It glared at the Eighth Prince, feeling much better now that Lin Fan was reprimanding him. Just try to bully me again. I have protection. You don't even know who's protecting me, this magnificent human. I'm his pet and friend. Try to bully me again, and I, the Evil Chicken, will ignore you completely. This was the arrogant Evil Chicken, unafraid even after almost being choked to death.
"You…" The Eighth Prince's face was contorted, red and livid. He glared at Lin Fan, feeling utterly powerless. His strength was completely suppressed, unable to resist. A fear of Lin Fan began to creep into his heart, the fear of a weakling facing an insurmountable force. He hadn't felt this before because Lin Fan hadn't touched them. Now, he was truly frightened.
Thud!
Lin Fan released him. The Eighth Prince clutched his neck, his eyes filled with fear. He hadn't expected this, now acutely aware of the vast chasm between their power. It was an impassable gulf.
"I don't want to see this happen again," Lin Fan said.
"He insulted me," the Eighth Prince pointed at the Evil Chicken. "I am the Eighth Prince of the Golden Crow Clan. When have I ever been so humiliated, especially by a…non-person?"
Cluck! The Evil Chicken leaped up, scratching the Eighth Prince with its claws. While it couldn't break through his defenses, the message was clear: I'll do it again, what are you going to do about it?
The Evil Chicken crowed at the Eighth Prince, "I have the protection of the great human Lin Fan. Try to touch me." Perhaps from excitement, the Evil Chicken flapped its wings and beat its chest. "Try me!"
If the Evil Chicken had a name, it would be: I-Dare-You-To-Touch-Me Evil Chicken.
The Eighth Prince wanted to explode. He had never encountered such an arrogant creature.
"You see? My chicken is protesting your actions. Please apologize to my chicken." Lin Fan looked seriously at the Eighth Prince, pushing him into a corner.
The Evil Chicken held its head high, its expressionless face somehow conveying its I-Dare-You-To-Touch-Me attitude. Anyone who understood chicken language would find it unbearable.
The Evil Chicken crowed, "What are you looking at? Apologize! Try to touch me. If you can walk out of here standing, I, the Heroic Evil Chicken, will admit defeat."
It was pure, unadulterated arrogance.
The Evil Chicken had considered the potential consequences of its actions, but it didn't care. Since becoming a "spy" by Lin Fan's side, had it ever been separated from him? No. It lived under Lin Fan's constant protection. If anyone wanted to harm it, they'd have to go through Lin Fan first.
I'm tyrannical, I'm spoiled, but I have the protection of a magnificent human. If you're not happy with it...come at me.
The Evil Chicken crowed at the Eighth Prince, "Come at me! If you're not happy, come at me! Hit my head! I guarantee you'll be worse off than me."
It was suicidal provocation.
The Eighth Prince clenched his fists, the veins in his neck bulging, his eyes blazing. Since arriving on this planet, he had never wanted to kill a chicken so badly. Even apologizing to the waiter earlier was bearable. But now...this lowly chicken was relentlessly provoking him, pushing him to the edge.
"Prince, don't!" One of his entourage transmitted a message to him. He couldn't be impulsive. After a brief analysis, he realized Lin Fan was extremely dangerous.
"Prince, this Lin Fan is terrifying. He's an old monster level expert, yet he's idly watching us wash dishes. He's waiting for us to lose our temper so he can crush us with his overwhelming power. He's toying with us. To him, this is all just a game. Think about it, why did he leave just now? It was to let this chicken provoke us. I don't understand why he's doing this when he could just kill us, but I believe he's just playing."
This attendant was a quick thinker, able to see what others couldn't.
The Eighth Prince was struck by these words, suddenly enlightened and incredibly grateful. He had almost fallen for the trap.
"I'm sorry."
This was the second time he apologized to a creature in one day, a day he would never forget.
The Evil Chicken crowed, "Be smart. I, the Heroic Evil Chicken, am offering your Golden Crow clan a chance at a connection. Don't be ungrateful. If you're not convinced...try me."
The Eighth Prince took a deep breath, his gaze drifting towards a nearby grill. If Lin Fan wasn't here… He imagined the Evil Chicken plucked bare, impaled on a rod, and roasting over the fire. Only then would he feel satisfied.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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