Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer Chapter 1012: Trouble

For the whole day, Sam roamed around as he tried different food. The planet has one of the best sceneries he had ever seen.

The faint emerald hue to the soil is giving him a refres.h.i.+ng feel as he walked around.

He sampled all kinds of beasts he could get his hands on and roamed around aimlessly for the whole day and night.

The next morning, he arrived at the restaurant, right after the sunrise.

But he was shocked once again as there is a large line in front of the restaurant.

"f.u.c.k."

He couldn't help but curse helplessly as he joined the line at the end.

"It seems like you are new to the realm."

The man standing in front of Sam asked.

"Yes, how do you know that?"

"Well, even though according to the rules of the restaurant, the lines shouldn't start until the sun rises. But it is only lining up for the restaurant if it is outside the restaurant. So, in the next street, a gang here starts lining up long before sunrise. First-timers wouldn't know this and they will only come here after the sunrise.

By then, the gang already brings the line here and places them here before the first-timers could come and join.

I also went there. This is my third time. But you are really fast. You came the very next moment. I think you will definitely get a portion, unless if it is one of those days."

"One of what days?"

"The portions of the stew are limited but one of those days, the portions would be lesser than normal and only a bunch would be able to get them. The gang I mentioned earlier will only make a line of people enough for those days. In such a way, they are guaranteed to have a portion and even they wouldn't cheat any off their money by giving them false hope. In this way, they avoid unnecessary conflict.

I happened to be the last member of that line. So, if it is one of those days, then I will be the one to get the last portion."

Sam immediately became nervous. As lucky as he felt these days, there is no way that fortune applies to satiating his food cravings. He just wished that it is one of those days.

And as soon as he wished that, the restaurant door opened and a red cloth was hung on the door.

"It seems like you are unlucky. That red cloth indicates that it is one of those days"

The person in front of Sam said to him.

Sam gave out a sharp sigh and then asked.

"How much did you guys pay for the spot here?"

"It is a five hundred thousand spirit stones? Why do you want to go to the gang there tomorrow?"

"I will pay you a million, will you give up your spot for me?"

"What?"

The person was shocked. He looked around as if he was afraid that someone might listen to it and said in a whispering tone.

"We shouldn't discuss selling the spots. The gang doesn't like that."

"I don't care. I want a spot. How much will you sell it for?"

The person didn't say anything and awkwardly looked around. After some time, he turned around and asked.

"Why did you come here and what is your background?"

"Why does it matter?"

"If you give me an answer, I might consider, selling it."

"I am here to get a sparring match with the head of the Mace Sect and this is also my vacation, so I decided to taste this famous stew before I go on about my business. I cannot waste my time for too long and there is no way, I am willing to wait for another day."

The guy was stumped and said.

"Are you sure you are alright? You don't have a screw loose in your brain do you?"

"Do you want to sell it or not?"

"Okay, how much would you buy it for?"

"Just name the price."

"Three, no four million."

Sam shook his hand and a spatial ring appeared which he threw at that man and said.

"Now get out of the queue."

Sam took the spot and after a few hours, finally, his turn came. He walked to the counter of the restaurant and picked up the bowl of stew.

The smell itself made his mouth water. He walked to the table and picked up the cutlery to slowly savor the wonderful chicken.

At this moment someone barged into the restaurant and walked straight towards Sam.

"Is he the one?" The leader of the group looked at Sam and asked the person next to him.

"Yes, boss."

The voice sounded familiar and Sam looked at him in surprise. The same guy who took money from Sam is standing next to the boss.

He smiled at Sam and said.

"Everything I said is true. But there is one thing I didn't tell you. I am also a part of the gang and sometimes we do this to fish out the people like you who have no respect to the system here."

Sam looked at him for two seconds and once again s.h.i.+fted his attention to the stew.

As he was about to scoop up some, the table suddenly rocked. He picked the bowl immediately but some of it already fell. That is not the end though, as Sam looked at the stew that was spilled, one of the guys spat in the bowl.

"Now go on ahead and eat it you piece of s.h.i.+t. How dare you ignore the rules here? You better pay the fine or you will be in trouble."

Sam sighed and looked at them. He dropped the bowl and slowly walked to the counter.

"Is it possible to have another bowl?" He asked in a calm voice.

The chef who looked like an old man looked at Sam and shook his head.

"I am sorry we are out of ingredients."

Sam took a deep breath and his aura raged as he changed his focus to the group. The group leader s.h.i.+vered a bit as he spoke.

"What? Do you think you can intimidate us with your superior cultivation? You might not know. We are not some ordinary thugs, we are the special unit that is directly under the Lesser-head of the Mace sect's control. We are the ones that hold up the order and see to that the business is done properly.

You are the one who broke the rules by trying to buy a place in the queue. We are just doing our duty."

Sam looked at them and walked forward calmly as he whispered something.

"You seemed to have mistaken. Do I really look like a person that would give a flying f.u.c.k?"

As soon as he spoke those words a metal baseball bat appeared in his hands and he swung it straight at the head of the guy who conned him.

The guy fainted with one strike. Sam didn't use his full strength and kept it under control.

He just wants these guys to experience pain. He doesn't want to kill anyone at least not yet.

As for the baseball bat. This is the blunt weapon he chose for himself to fight with. A baseball bat is made of metal that is normally used to make weapons for people at Astral Plane.

He has money to waste and he wanted to just feel like he is in a street brawl once again, so he made a bat.

After putting one guy to sleep, he kept on swinging the bat and made the rest faint. Except for the leader, everyone was there.

All the customers in the restaurant were stunned. Half of them are regular customers and they knew exactly what this gang does and it is indeed under the command of the lesser head. Everyone knows he is doing this and no one dared to talk back even though the brats here are beneath their level.

The leader started s.h.i.+vering and turned around to run away. Before he could reach the door, Sam hit a bowl with the bat which flew and hit him on the back of his knee and making him fall down.

"Chef, the rest of the day is the end of your service. I am buying out the restaurant. The customers can leave. As for these brats, none of them are leaving until I eat my chicken stew.

Now finish the meal and get the f.u.c.k out. After that, tell the people that need to know this.

And tell them. There is a guy named Sam here and he wouldn't let this go until he eats his chicken stew."

He then turned towards the chef and said.

"Do you have wine?"

"Ye... Yes."

"Bring the best one. Why are you so nervous? Do you also belong to Mace Sect?"

"I can be considered as their subordinate."

"Then stay in the kitchen and don't get involved. I caught some game. Cook them for me now.

This is going to be long and nasty."