novelraw Chapter 666: Another Thousand Jin of Fat? I Think the Stuff on Your Belly Looks Pretty Good
Chapter 666: Another Thousand Jin of Fat? I Think the Stuff on Your Belly Looks Pretty Good
A thousand catties?
Is this a joke?
Hearing these words, Kang Fatty instinctively put down the phone in his hand.
"How many people could eat that much?"
He muttered to himself.
Those with high cultivation don't necessarily need to eat, it's mainly to satisfy their cravings. No matter how much of this meat they eat, there's no concept of being full or not.
So, just a few catties or a dozen catties to taste the flavor is enough.
Ordinary people couldn't possibly eat this much either.
Such an abnormal situation made Kang Fatty lean forward to look.
And in that moment.Standing in front of the meat stall, wearing a Western suit, Lu Ding raised his hand and pointed. "You, cut it for me."
Kang Fatty was stunned, pointing at himself. "Me?"
"I should cut it for you?"
"Where did this greenhorn come from, daring to order me to cut meat for you? Haven't you asked around..."
Lu Ding flicked his wrist, sending his shoulder insignia flying, which Kang Fatty caught steadily in his hand.
"Can you cut it now?"
Issues like whether his identity was exposed or not, Lu Ding didn't care. There wouldn't be any survivors left anyway.
This was just like an assassination—as long as you kill all the witnesses, it's a perfect assassination.
As soon as he saw it was a 749 Bureau insignia.
Kang Fatty instantly stood up, his fat dripping with grease trembling along with him.
Duang Duang.
Over two meters tall, covered in fat, looking just like Po Kong.
When he smiled, the folds on his face all squeezed together.
"So it's an official. I'll cut it for you, I'll cut it for you."
Setting aside his hidden identity as a member of Wuwang, in reality, Kang Fatty was just a butcher shop owner.
He didn't dare to oppose the authorities.
After all, he was quite satisfied with his current life. This was his hobby;
his vest couldn't be exposed.
Lu Ding tilted his head, looking at that body of fat.
A flash of disgust openly crossed his face, perfectly captured by Kang Fatty's eyes.
It was deliberate.
Suppressing his anger, Kang Fatty came over to wield the cleaver.
Killing intent had already arisen in his heart.
While chopping the meat, the cleaver light dancing, he tried to gather information, planning to deal with Lu Ding afterward.
He asked, "You look unfamiliar. Haven't been here before, have you?"
"Just cut the meat. So much nonsense. After you finish cutting this thousand catties, get me another thousand catties of fatty meat, as fatty as what's on your body. Not a single trace of lean meat allowed, also finely minced. Remember to chop it with a horse-hoof knife, two light chops followed by one heavy chop. Any other knife technique, and I'll cough when I eat it."
Since work and life couldn't be separated, one had to learn to find amusement in work.
Today, Lu Ding's amusement was this Kang Fatty.
Mentioned again about being fat.
Kang Fatty's hand holding the cleaver paused slightly for a moment, then continued.
"My apologies, my apologies, please forgive me, official. To express my regret for speaking out of turn, could you leave your name and address? I'll personally deliver it to your residence."
Lu Ding thought of something fun. "My surname is Lu, called Lu Da. Everyone calls me Captain Lu. I live in the White Ridge 749 family compound."
He really was a genius.
His surname was something else. First there was Lu Ding Ji, now there was Captain Lu. Really, he could get involved anywhere.
Lu...
Hearing this surname, Kang Fatty reacted rather intensely.
Perhaps he had heard the name Lu Ding too much recently, or perhaps he had just heard about the plan to deal with Lu Ding in the Nowhere Room.
Coupled with the words "White Ridge 749," Kang Fatty felt something was off.
He looked up, his smile not reaching his eyes as he wrapped the finely minced lean meat. "I just remembered, I have some business to attend to. How about I let them cut it for you? All the meat today is free, take whatever you want?"
Lu Ding's smile vanished, his eyes lifting coldly to stare at Kang Fatty. "Are you cutting it or not?"
As he spoke, black mist surged in the whites beneath his eyes.
This scene was indescribably terrifying.
Kang Fatty only felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, shooting straight to the top of his head.
"I... I'll cut..."
The cleaver in his hand moved to cut another piece of pure fat without a trace of lean meat.
Lu Ding raised his hand. "Are you deaf?"
"I told you to cut me a thousand catties, as fatty as what's on your body. Don't you understand?"
Kang Fatty couldn't help but ask, "This meat is already plenty fatty. Just how fatty do you want it?"
Lu Ding slightly lifted his chin, gesturing toward the greasy fat on Kang Fatty's belly. "This piece looks good. Cut it off."
Now.
Kang Fatty finally confirmed, damn it, this person in front of him was here to cause trouble.
Swinging the cleaver in his hand, he roared angrily, "I'll cut your mother!!!!"
Strike first to gain the upper hand, strike later and suffer. He brought the cleaver down straight at Lu Ding's head.
But before the blade could reach his skull.
*Squelch*......
Blood sprayed uncontrollably from Kang Fatty's shoulder.
The [Way of the Jinche] sliced through.
Kang Fatty's arm holding the cleaver instantly flew off, the cleaver clattering as it hit the ground.
The moment pain surged.
Lu Ding reached out, grabbed Kang Fatty's hair, seized him, and smashed him hard onto the well-seasoned chopping block.
*BANG!!!!*
Suppression!!!
Only then did the scream erupt.
"Ah!!!!!! Official, official, I was wrong!!!! I'm a good citizen, I'm a good citizen!!!!"
A scream like a pig being slaughtered burst from Kang Fatty's mouth.
The force in Lu Ding's hand felt like a massive mountain, pressing down on him so he couldn't move at all.
The Spiritual Energy he had just mustered within his body was directly torn apart by the brutal, savage force.
Seeing that striking first hadn't worked, he pulled out his public-facing identity.
While continuing to scream, he shouted, "I... I was wrong. Whatever you say, I'll do it. I can compensate with money. I'm a good citizen. I have an ID card issued by the Lady's Temple."
"You can't just kill me randomly."
An ID card?
They could issue them like that?
Good.
Now there was another reason to purge the Lady's Temple.
Lu Ding ignored him, silently lifting one leg, stepping onto the chopping table. The shoe sole, red as arterial blood, slowly pressed down toward Kang Fatty's head.
The Sin Dragon golden seal on the sole gradually enlarged in his vision.
Finally, it rested firmly on Kang Fatty's head.
He raised his hand.
The cleaver that had fallen to the ground flew into Lu Ding's hand. Holding it up before him, when it was still half a meter away, Lu Ding gave it a light sniff.
Although the Flying Bear Pounce technique was now outdated, couldn't keep up with the version, and couldn't detect demonic scents anymore.
Lu Ding could still use the Flying Bear Pounce technique to smell the scent of human blood.
"So strong. Did you use this to kill a lot of people, or to chop up a lot of people?"
As soon as these words were spoken.
The attendants who had been frozen in place all around showed strange expressions, turning to run.
One step forward.
A slight breeze stirred.
*Shua shua shua...*
A sound like a sharp utility knife being used by a bored student in class to cut A4 paper for stress relief rang out.
With his head pinned sideways against the chopping block, Kang Fatty watched helplessly as his employees were sliced into mincemeat by eerie, invisible Slash Attacks.
He was so scared his body trembled.
This style of action...
Four big characters occupied Kang Fatty's mind.
Corpse, Dis, mem, ber!!!!!