Super Saiyan

Chapter 27 Encounter
"Yo, isn't it Sam!"

A man wearing a chef's uniform came over, he was the chef of the restaurant, followed by the little brother who was leading the way for Leites and the others, and he was pushing the dining car.

Sure enough, Sam knew the people here.

I said the waiter here looked at Sam strangely.

Wright touched his chin and found that there must be something strange about this matter.

Now that his pockets are full, he naturally ordered the most expensive item, and the five of them sat in the card room, waiting for the chef's fresh food to be served on the table first.

And Sam looked left and right, fidgeting.

After a long while, he finally met the man who made him want to wear it.

"Thomas, long time no see."

There seemed to be sparks flickering between the eyes of the two middle-aged men. They stared intently at each other, and a glance was worth a thousand words.

"You are a guest when you come to eat, let's see if my craftsmanship has deteriorated."

Thomas gave full play to his home court advantage, politely nodded to Wrights and the others and left. As a chef, he couldn't leave his battlefield for too long.

Only then did Sam focus on the plates that were put up one by one. The seafood inside exuded a strong Mediterranean flavor.

"It hasn't changed at all."

Sam muttered to himself with a look of regret.

This look is enough to make people curious. According to the script, at this time, Sam will talk about the grievances and hatreds between himself and that Thomas, but...

"Crack, click, click, click."

"Grumbling, twittering."

The pseudo-zhengtai grabbed a lobster, no matter what kind it was, and bit off the shell of the lobster, making a rattling sound in his mouth.

There is no melancholy, no atmosphere under the symphony from Wrights, and all that is left is appetite.

Originally, watching a person eating Hesai alone can stimulate the appetite, not to mention the chef here is superb.

The battle between the cards at this table suddenly became fierce, and the portion that was originally enough for a normal person to eat half full was defeated in front of the Saiyans in a few minutes.

"According to this, three more copies!"

Sam hurriedly asked the waiter to inform the back kitchen to add more meals, and he and three logistics agents brought over the seafood in the hall without plates and on trays.

This made curious eyes turn to their table.

Gradually, that curiosity turned into surprise, then into shock, then to numbness, and finally everyone was dumbfounded.

Meal for one and serve for four?

What kind of rice bucket is this?Or a reality TV show?really?Are they all fake?How can a normal person eat more than their body size?
The owner of the restaurant who heard the news looked at the mountain of shells, his face turned pale, and he returned to normal. He explained to those curious guests that the restaurant specially invited professionals to promote it, and he did not prohibit those people from taking photos and videos. to the Internet.

This is equivalent to making a wave of free publicity for yourself, how much you can eat, the more you eat, the more fierce the publicity for me.

On the face of the boss, there was a deep smile with Zhizhu in his hands, and he was really scheming.

In the end, Wrights was so tired that he paralyzed the chef and frightened the melon-eating crowd, and the boss who was trembling while walking personally sent him to the door.

"I'll come again next time!"

Hearing these words, the figure behind Leites leaned against the wall and sat on the ground weakly. The originally neat suit shirt was wrinkled and the tie was messy, looking spoiled.

"It's not enough, I'm not full~ I'm not full~"

Seafood is delicious, but each serving is not much. Leters ate a seven or eight, opened up his appetite, and the glutton in his stomach is still unsatisfied.

"Principal... hiccup... I also know... hiccup... a good place..."

Sam held his stomach and nearly died, as did the other three.

He feels refreshed now, especially when he thinks about Thomas being loaded into the ambulance, not to mention how happy he is.

"Come on, why do you like to go, I will find a place to eat by myself."

Lettus gave Sam a sideways glance, and the latter grinned foolishly, leading the three young men walking with each other's support to the parking place.

As for the safety of this officer, come on, Sam has seen Leters' daily training.

Although these logistics agents don't know the true identity and strength of Wrights.

The fake Zhengtai was wearing a sports suit. He pulled up the hood to cover the conspicuous crab head, and then wandered in a random direction.

It was past ten o'clock in the evening, and there were many pedestrians on the road, and the law and order in Brooklyn was not bad. Although some malicious eyes stayed on Leites for a short time, no one focused on the yellow-skinned child.

However, as Wrights moved towards the edge of the urban area where Brooklyn and Manhattan are adjacent to each other, the historical problems left by Brooklyn emerged one after another.

As a residential area where multiple races lived together, although the current security and environment have undergone radical changes, there are still some social cancers entrenched here.

Brooklyn Wharf does not scare the police like Hell's Kitchen, but there are also gangs everywhere, and the correction of various forces is complicated.

Under the suspension bridge connecting Manhattan and Brooklyn, I don't know how many bones were buried in the East River in New York.

"Yo~ guys~ look what we saw."

This slick way of speaking, as well as the pretentious rhyming tone, made Leitus frown.

He was wandering along the East River, planning to find a deserted place to fly to Manhattan to have fun, but he didn't expect to encounter a disgusting bug.

A group of dark gangsters, with dreadlocks or crew cuts, all smoking cigarettes, with unidentifiable patterns or words tattooed on their arms and necks, making people disgusted.

One of the men with dreadlocks, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, walked up to Leites with unrecognizable steps, took a sharp puff of the cigarette in his mouth, and sprayed it on Leites' face.

"A lone yellow-skinned little monkey! How lucky, kids like you have money, quickly hand over all your valuables." The man with dreadlocks threw the butt of his cigarette at his feet, crushed it with his shoes, His companion was teasing him to hurry up and get money so he could go to the tavern for a drink.

Leiters looked at the man with dreadlocks in front of him, and from the corner of his eyes, he also saw the three guys who were pushing the road, and his good mood suddenly turned bad.

It's really disgusting...

Talking about being a victim of racism turned out to be the worst racist.

In the United States, white people hold the absolute top of the pyramid, occupying most of the middle elite, and these people promote elite education.

And other immigrants can only compete with a small number of outstanding blacks for the middle-level jobs in the pyramid, and the rest are the bottom exploited who implement happy education or free-range policies.

This is a country that flaunts freedom but shows discrimination everywhere.

This is a country that likes to put on a show, uses media entertainment to paralyze the bottom, concentrates resources on a small number of people, and is controlled by capital.

This is a serious double standard, pushing political correctness to a disgusting country.

Saiyans don't like it here.

Now, he's a little pissed off.

(End of this chapter)