Dolin felt so disgusted that he could meet this group of people wherever he went.
"We want the best room. Do you know who we are? Give us the room quickly." He Tong shouted loudly.
The shopkeeper apologized apologetically, but He Tong was still yelling, looking like a shrew.
"Sir, I really can't help it. They came here first and have already checked in. We are open for business. There is no reason to kick people out. Then we will have no shame in keeping this store open in the future." Haosheng, the shopkeeper, advised. road.
"I don't care, let me tell you, we are from the Fenglei Empire who came to participate in the Master of Cooking Competition, and our status is even more extraordinary. If you like you, you must not know what is good or bad!" He Tong said arrogantly, with this look It really has nothing to do with the master of a sect.
When the shopkeeper heard that He Tong said that they were contestants from the Wind and Thunder Empire, his expression finally changed, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.
"Sir, please wait a moment. I'm going to find those people now." The shopkeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and walked out from behind the counter.
He lowered his head and walked forward, and when he came to the stairs, he suddenly found Dolin, with an embarrassed expression on his face.
"Sir..." Just as the shopkeeper was about to speak, he saw Daolin raise his hand, and on his hand were two red-gilded posts.
"We are also participating in the Master of Cooking Competition. We are from the Shenwu Empire and the Lieyang Empire respectively. What did you want to say just now?" Daolin said with a gloomy face.
"This...this..." The shopkeeper was speechless for a moment. What he was thinking about at the moment was how worthy and capable he was, that he could be favored by the contestants from the three empires. How could the great gods who had already moved in be easily sent out.
Just as the shopkeeper was struggling, a discordant voice sounded: "Who did I think it was? It turns out to be your boy."
He Tong said as he walked over here.
The shopkeeper's face completely changed at this moment. Not only are the two groups competing, but they also seem to have a grudge. You can do it, but don't do it in your own store.
Daolin seemed unwilling to talk to He Tong at all. He looked at the handsome uncle and said, "If you can't control him, I can do it for you."
The handsome uncle sighed and stood up. After stretching, he said to He Tong, "Let's live in another house."
After that, he ignored He Tong and walked towards the stairs alone.
He Tong looked at the emperor's eunuch in confusion. He never expected that while he was fighting for a room, the big shot he brought would undermine him just because of his words. At this moment, he was like a clown. .
"Okay! Okay! Okay! You guys are very brave, just wait for me." He Tong pointed at Daolin and said harsh words, and then quickly led people to chase the handsome uncle.
"Okay, don't disturb our people if you have nothing to do." Daolin patted the shopkeeper on the shoulder and turned and walked down.
When he got down to the street, Daolin saw He Tong and his gang leaving. He snorted coldly. As the saying goes, things only last three times, and now it has been twice. If this man named He Tong dares to do anything again, he will definitely let the other party know. What does it mean to pretend to regret?
The organization that handles the competition is located in the east and north direction of the Cross-sea City, which faces east to west. The main hall of the Roshan King is located on the cliff beside the East Sea.
Daolin inquired all the way to the MasterChef Competition office.
The entrance of the God of Cooking Competition office is not big, but there are more guards at the entrance than at the city entrance.
Dowling walked to the door of the office and was immediately greeted by someone.
"Stay here, may I ask why you are here?"
Dorian took out the red foil stamp and handed it over.
"It turns out that I'm Chef Dao, and I'm working with Lu Ping, the deacon of the MasterChef Competition office."
"I've met Deacon Lu." Daolin clasped his fists.
"Chef, you are polite. I am just a young butler. Your identity has been explained above. Please allow me to receive you with the highest standards." Lu Ping said respectfully.
"Chef Dao, please come in quickly." Lu Ping opened the door and signaled Daolin to enter the office.
At this moment, footsteps sounded behind them, and Daolin and Lu Ping turned to look at the same time.
go.
I saw He Tong and Uncle Shuai walking over.
Dolin frowned. These two guys were really haunting. They could meet them wherever they went.
"Ouch, it's you again!" He Tong said rudely to Daolin.
"Presumptuous!" Lu Ping shouted, and the surrounding guards immediately drew their sabers and pointed them at He Tong.
He Tong was stunned, and even the handsome uncle was stunned. What was going on? Why did he go under the knife with just one sentence?
"Who are you? How dare you speak rudely to Chef Dao!" Lu Ping pointed at He Tong and asked.
He Tong raised his head, glared at Lu Ping and said, "I am the winner of the Fenglei Empire's God of Cooking Competition. I am here to register. Who are you!"
"Player He Tong of the Fenglei Empire, I need to remind you that this is the imperial capital of the Linyuan Empire, not your Fenglei Empire. You have to be careful what you say here." Lu Ping did not answer He Tong's question at all, but directly scolded.
"Ouch!" He Tong heard this and immediately rolled up his sleeves to fight, but the handsome uncle directly held down his shoulders.
Seeing that the other party was interested, Lu Ping turned to look at Daolin, and his face that was originally full of anger was suddenly filled with smiles.
"Chef Tao, please come in."
Dowling nodded and walked directly into the office.
After seeing the deacon enter, these guards put back the sabers in their hands. They exuded the aura of the extraordinary realm. It seemed that there were more than ten extraordinary realm guards here.
"Taobao, who is this person to be treated like this?" He Tong is not a fool. He was treated well by the big shots in the hotel before, but now he can still be treated with such courtesy here. Anyone who is not a fool will know where this person is. Not small.
"A little bastard who loves to rob other people's homes." The handsome uncle said in a low voice.
"Robbing someone else's hometown? What do you mean?" He Tong asked in confusion.
"What do you mean, don't provoke him next time you see him, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous." The handsome uncle patted He Tong on the shoulder and said.
He Tong muttered in his heart, you asked me not to provoke him, but you yourself shouted like a little bastard.
After waiting for a long time without seeing Daolin coming out, He Tong was ready to step in, but the guards around him once again held their hands on the handles of their swords. It seemed that if He Tong took another step forward, they would draw their swords.
"What are you doing? I'm here to file a record. Don't bully others too much!" He Tong shouted with a glare. He had already eaten a lot just now and now several Transcendent realm brats are going to fight him with swords and guns. He How can I bear it?
"What? You still want to break into my office without permission?" At this moment, an old man appeared at the door of the office. This old man was very clever. Even his eyebrows and beard were white, but he exuded the half-emperor feeling. Xiu Wei tells everyone that he is a half-emperor strong man.
