Chapter 20: Oh No, Something’s Gone Wrong!

Tang Mubai, who was eavesdropping with his ear pressed to the door, couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his eye. Damn it, there’s actually a half-beast here at the Miracle Restaurant? Could his luck get any worse? Judging by the conversation, there was only one half-beast, but even a single one, once transformed, could tear the Miracle Restaurant to pieces!

On one side was a half-beast; on the other, it must be the Security Bureau. Captain? A squad stationed near the Miracle Restaurant? Tang Mubai cursed inwardly but kept his expression calm on the surface. He left the corridor, carrying the dish in his hands to the designated table.

On the way back to the kitchen, his mind raced, searching for a solution.

Previously, Tang Mubai had been confident he could get both parties intent on causing trouble out of the restaurant—his sixth sense gave him that assurance. With his sixth sense at level five, Tang Mubai’s perception was five times stronger than that of an ordinary person. Was there danger? How great was it? Could he handle it, and to what extent?

This ability wasn’t exactly foresight, but it was close, and it gave Tang Mubai absolute confidence. So, upon discovering that someone dared to make trouble at the Miracle Restaurant, he’d decided to handle it himself.

But now, with one side being a half-beast, the situation had changed entirely.

A half-beast before and after transformation were two completely different concepts. Without absolute certainty, Tang Mubai dared not get involved.

For this reason, after stepping out of the dining hall, Tang Mubai thought carefully, then simply unleashed his sixth sense to its fullest, sensing how dangerous this matter truly was.

And the result...

“No danger?”

Tang Mubai’s expression grew strange, his eyes darting. A half-beast, yet there was no danger? His sixth sense couldn’t lie, especially not at level five! Even after fully focusing, he sensed no danger at all.

Interesting. This might still be worth a shot!

With this thought, Tang Mubai clapped his hands, returned to the serving station, picked up another dish, and went to deliver it.

Back in the dining hall, he moved about, sensing the half-beast’s location—the source of the other distinct aura. It was in the western corner of the hall, precisely opposite the Security Bureau squad.

“No wonder that team dared to converse quietly in their corner,” Tang Mubai mused.

Carrying the dish, he took a wide detour before finally delivering it to the table.

On his way back to the kitchen, he deliberately passed by the half-beast’s table. As he drew close, Tang Mubai amplified his hearing. Instantly, a strong heartbeat reached his ears—healthy, powerful, and brimming with vitality. Yet, it seemed almost too vigorous, far beyond that of a human, even a martial artist.

“So, there is indeed a difference between a half-beast and a human before transformation. The heartbeat gives them away,” Tang Mubai pondered.

With a sidelong glance, he discreetly sized up the half-beast—a young man with a buzz cut, whose arms bulged with muscle.

Passing by calmly, Tang Mubai headed into the kitchen, his mind working quickly. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He hurried to the wine cellar, took out a perfectly packaged bottle of red wine, and returned to the hall.

Standing by the exit, he pretended to survey the crowd. Suddenly, his gaze landed on the buzz-cut youth. Carrying the wine, he strode over.

...

In the eastern corner of the hall, Chen Hai and his three companions ate while keeping a close watch on their target.

Abruptly, Chen Hai’s expression changed. He whispered, “Damn, something’s gone wrong!”

“What is it?” The woman with shoulder-length hair sitting across from Chen Hai suppressed the urge to turn around, lowering her voice. “What’s happened?”

“It’s a waiter!” The bespectacled young man diagonally opposite her pushed his special glasses up his nose and muttered, “A waiter is interacting with the target.”

“And? What’s the problem with that?” The slightly chubby young man beside the woman asked, baffled. “Isn’t it normal for a waiter to talk to diners?”

“Yeah, what could go wrong?” the woman echoed.

“If it were a normal interaction, it wouldn’t matter. But this waiter is acting odd; he seems to be pestering the target!” Chen Hai’s face was grim. “If it were anyone else, it might be fine. But our target is a half-beast! If he angers the target, that waiter is dead!”

“Even without transforming, the target is a professional-grade nine martial artist,” the bespectacled youth added calmly. “But the waiter, though possibly a martial artist, doesn’t have strong energy fluctuations—at most, professional third grade.”

“Professional grade three going up against professional grade nine? Where on earth does he get his confidence?” the chubby youth grumbled.

“That’s why I said something’s wrong!” Chen Hai warned, eyes flashing. He fought the urge to stand up. “Damn it, this was already complicated enough, and now it’s even more chaotic.”

“It’s too late to say anything now. Everyone, get ready—if the target makes a move, we strike immediately!” Chen Hai ordered quietly.

“Understood!”

...

In the western corner of the hall, Tang Mubai approached with the bottle of red wine, feigning confusion. “Sir, are you sure you didn’t order any wine?”

“Positive, absolutely, definitely!” the buzz-cut youth replied impatiently. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“But—”

“All right, all right, you win. I’ll take the bottle. Happy now?” The youth cut him off irritably.

“Thank you very much, sir.” Tang Mubai beamed, set the wine down, and, with a soft pop, uncorked the bottle and poured a full glass for the youth.

Finally, he placed the bottle down, bowed slightly, and gestured politely. “Please enjoy, sir.”

“Mmm, you may go—”

Buzz!

The youth’s mind went blank.

“Divine Art: Pressure Control, activate!”

In a flash, Tang Mubai unleashed a surge of coercive force, enveloping the youth. At the same moment, his right hand shot out like lightning, chopping the youth swiftly at the back of the head.

A soft crack sounded. The youth had no time to react before he slumped forward, unconscious. He began to fall toward the table, but just before his head hit, Tang Mubai caught him swiftly, feigning concern. “Sir, are you all right?”

“Something’s happened!” In the eastern corner, Chen Hai’s eyelids twitched; he leapt to his feet and strode rapidly toward Tang Mubai. The bespectacled youth and the others followed close behind, weaving through the bustling hall to the western corner.

“Hey, Old Li?” Chen Hai reached Tang Mubai’s side and, seeing the unconscious youth, exclaimed in surprise.

“You know him, sir?” Tang Mubai looked up at Chen Hai, delighted by the question.

“Yes, he was a former colleague of mine. His name is Li Bin.” As Chen Hai spoke, he took out his Security Bureau credentials, showed them to Tang Mubai, and whispered, “I’m with the Security Bureau. My name is Chen Hai. If you’re concerned, you can check the number on the badge.”