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There were many people in the hotel lobby, and all of them were either rich or powerful. Aside from the Adepts, everyone else was famous in the United States. At this moment, gunshots rang out, and quite a few people fell to the ground, wondering who the gunshots were. Pen ~ Chun ~ Pavilion ~ www.biquge.info

The bullet was aimed at Guo Xie, and it almost hit him. Not bad, indeed, it was a bit lacking, if Guo Xie hadn't taken out that flying sword in advance, the bullet would have hit him in the head. With such a close range sniping, even if Guo Xie was a Fasting Stage expert, he would have died without a doubt.

"These people are here for me. Interesting. I was just thinking about protecting little Ling Mo's safety. It seems like it won't be that simple this time." He had found a safe place and squatted down. Strength? Now was not the time to show his strength. After the ambush, the Hilton Hotel should first give an explanation.

"How can it be so easy to die?" Zhou Zhan, who had been standing beside Nangong Lingmo, took a step forward and removed the chin of the black clothed man. He then slapped the face of the black clothed man, causing a purple medicine pouch and a few teeth to be spat out.

"Do we still need to continue cooking?" Guo Xie slowly stood up and said with squinted eyes. He knew that the person in charge of Hilton would have to stand up and say a few words.

"Everyone, I'm really sorry. I really didn't expect something like this to happen at the Hilton. We will find out the truth and tell everyone about it." Just as everyone was discussing amongst themselves, a chubby middle-aged man walked out and spoke with an apologetic expression.

"Let Tim Hilton come out, that's not what you're saying." "This man is not dead, Mr. Watson. I think you have a way of making him talk about the masterminds behind the scenes."

Hua Sheng nodded his head, and dialed a number. The group of Adepts looked at the man in black lying on the ground, and their thoughts were the same. Now that the organization committee had arranged for the Adept to stay at the Hilton Hotel, their thoughts were different.

"Trash. Truly trash. Not only did he not kill anyone, he was even captured alive." The old man at the top of the Hilton cursed loudly, shattering his glass again. But he had to get out now, because he was Tim Hilton, the owner of the hotel.

"Mr. Qi, your men have been captured alive. I'm going out to appease the people. If we can use money to settle this, I think you should pay for it." When Tim Hilton walked out of his room, he dialed the number of the Las Vegas guy again and said with a smile, "Killing a Chinese is not his idea alone. Since something happened, he can't carry it on his own."

"Dammit, garbage, and that old Tim. From now on, he'll stop all his business with the Hilton Hotel. Trash, he's really trash." On the other end of the phone, a Chinese old man smashed a wine cup. Although the large amount of bets on the battle was no longer accepted, if the Chinese Godly Chef won the battle, he would have to pay at least 100 billion dollars. This was something he couldn't accept.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am really sorry that you can't solve this problem with so many of you. Lady Susan, I'm very sorry that such a thing happened in my hotel. Mr. Watson, I know this person, so you don't have to call any members of the Special Task Force. I will explain the situation to you clearly." Tim Hilton appeared in front of everyone and said with a smile.

Since Tim is here, I don't know if the last battle will continue anymore, but if not, we can announce it now. Since Tim is here, I don't know if the last battle will continue, or not, but if not, we can announce it now, and the winner of this battle will be you. Mrs. Susan said with a smile.

"Yes, but that person was here for me. Since Mr. Hilton is already here and knows what happened, I hope he can give me a satisfactory explanation." With that, he walked to the side of the man in black. His Mind Reading skill had been useless for some time, but since someone was plotting against him, he could just use it.

Then Guo Xie stood up and glanced at Tim Hilton. He suddenly understood what this old man was thinking. I don't seem to be short on money if I want to use money to solve this problem.

Seeing that Guo Xie had returned to the kitchen again, the hanging heart of the dragon finally relaxed. First, nothing had happened to Nangong. Second, since he had come back, it meant that he could continue cooking.

"If Mr. Tim can't give you a reasonable explanation, the rest of us will resign together. If Mr. Minamiya has his own business, we can work in your hotel." If the five top chefs all left the Hilton Hotel at the same time, then the Hilton Hotel would be finished, because in a democratic and free country like this, many people would come only for a few chefs.

"Head Chef, our final match, I would like to add some chips." As he said that, he took out a kitchen knife. Such a knife was rare in Western restaurants, but if it was in Huaxia, it would be useful in almost every restaurant.

Guo Xie handed the sword over to the dragon, who placed it on the chopping board with both hands, then kneeled down and kowtowed three times. The chefs stared with wide eyes.

"I hope the ancestors of the Beat Family will be able to get their swords back." He looked at Guo Xie, full of fighting spirit. Just now, he had already thought of what to do.

"I just need your fighting spirit. I hope you won't disappoint me." Guo Ziqian smiled. "We're a little late. Whether we win or lose, this sword will return to you and your family."

"Haha, so it's an old friend. I never would have thought that in this foreign land, the two of us would be the ones fighting as a chef. Then let this group of ignorant bastards have a taste of what true delicacies are." He took off his chef uniform and took out a new set of clothes from an ancient cabinet. There was a big word on the back, and the chefs were completely stunned. This was not something a chef could do.

"Everyone knows that Patriarch Shou is capable of deconstructing oxen. Many people think that Patriarch Shi is just a butcher, but they have no idea that he is still a God of Food." As he spoke, Long Chao took out the ingredients he had prepared a moment ago. He picked up the kitchen knife that Guo Huai had placed on the chopping board and started slicing it with a 'shua' sound.

"This is Jack's real culinary skill."