Sam sat at the table as he ate the roasted rabbit and some grilled skewers.

"You really are good at cooking. I have a subordinate who is also great at cooking. Your styles are a bit different, but you are more or less on the same level. I would like to see who will do better someday."

He complimented the chef as he drank the wine.

The chef acted as if everything is normal. But that slight tremble of his hands whenever he is serving Sam or whenever Sam is talking to him, he is either afraid or excited about this whole thing.

"So, why can't you cook the chicken stew?"

"It is a complicated dish and it takes a lot of time. I cook it overnight every day. So, it is impossible to cook something like that on the spot and there are also limited ingredients.

Even though we have plenty of chicken, the eggs are limited. I need the egg yolks for the stew and a lot of them. But every month we need to let some eggs go as we need them to be hatched, so a few days will be like this, with an extremely limited amount."

"That's good. But as I said, I am not leaving this place until I eat the chicken stew. You can go and prepare for tomorrow's stew directly. But I guess your restaurant wouldn't be able to escape the damage."

Sam then took out a spatial ring and threw at him.

"Take the money for the damages and there is a formation disc inside use it in your kitchen. That would be enough to save yourself and the kitchen from the residual damage."

The chef did as he was told.

Sam waited for a few minutes before a bunch of people came running to the restaurant.

There is another leader for this group and he is carrying a mace. There is also another person carrying a mace along with him.

The leader walked to the table straight and sat in front of Sam before saying.

"What kind of superior cultivator treats juniors like this? I know you are upset because you were played, but all we did is fish you out, a person who has no respect for rules. You broke the rules, you have to pay that is the law here. Just because you are upset and don't want to pay and on top of that you are a bit strong, doesn't mean you get to be unreasonable.

Before the core members of the sect get involved, you better pay up and leave this place."

Sam just gave him a sweeping glance and yelled at the chef.

"Chef, I am out of skewers. By the way, if possible roast an emerald chicken for me. I want to taste it."

The guy who is holding the mace got irritated but he knew that Sam would kick his ass immediately, so he didn't dare do anything.

As he was about to say something, Sam finally opened his mouth.

"Listen to me, you little shit. I don't give a fuck about your rules, nor do I give a fuck about the money you conned. I don't like it when some disturb me while I was eating, and your subordinates spat in my food.

This is not going to end the easy way. So, get lost and send someone who has strength and balls to fight or get me a bowl of chicken stew. If you cannot do either of them, then don't fucking come here.

Next time someone enters this place but not for either reason I mentioned, I will crush their ball sack. Get the fuck out."

"Do you know that you are not just disrespecting the rules, you are disrespecting the Mace sect who made those rules and also the rest of the city that follows them?"

Sam pointed the baseball bat at the guy and said.

"I said, get the fuck out. Do you want me to use a different language?"

The group left instantly, the people who were beaten by Sam are still unconscious.

They don't want to be added to the pile.

After the group left, their leader immediately ran to the Mace sect and went to the core area. He stood in front of a middle-aged man and explained everything.

"Why did you make such a mess? Do you want my uncle to get a wind of it? Don't forget that we are using the fact that I am the lesser head and my uncle, the sect head is in seclusion in our favor. If things get too messy, he would learn of this incident and we wouldn't go scot-free.

Just who the fuck is this guy, that is trying to shake up the status quo that I so carefully maintained?"

He walked out and soon made his way towards the restaurant on a flying beast.

He picked up a mace and looked at Sam and said.

"Heard you are causing trouble here? You are something, aren't you? Showing your power on someone weak? Isn't it just sadism?"

"Provoking someone stronger than you, that is Masochism."

"I am the lesser head of the Mace sect. You better pay the fine and get out of here, or things wouldn't go well for you."

Sam stood up and picked and held the baseball bat and said.

"Let us get it over with."

The lesser head immediately swung his mace. Sam, raised his bat and blocked the mace. The aftershock of the clash, caused the table to crash.

But Sam is still standing there without even a flinch. The Lesser head raised the mace up once again and wanted to hit Sam on the head as he gathered a lot of energy on the head of the mace.

Before he could swing the mace, Sam swung his bat and hit him straight on the temple.

He didn't use his full power and held back. Otherwise, the fight would have been over.

The lesser head stumbled to the side awkwardly as the energy he gathered dispersed instantly.

He was bewildered by the hit that came. He couldn't see Sam moving, he didn't see the bat coming, but it met his temple and made him stumble, before he could react, the bat once again him, and this time it is on his knee.

Sam tossed the bat and caught it and spoke.

"It really feels good when you swing this thing at someone. No wonder it is such a popular choice for brawlers."

He then started swinging the bat.

The shoulder, elbow, knee, temple, chin, he kept on beating the crap out of the lesser head and slowly he started bleeding. His bones are broken, his teeth fell off and his face is swollen.

It is a one-sided beating.

"If you can become the lesser head, then I really kept my expectations too high. I am really wasting my time. I should just finish it."

Sam gathered the energy in the bat and this is the first time it is glowing. The lesser head became flustered wanted to say something. But he couldn't speak because of the beating he took to his jaw and the mouth.

Right before the hit landed, Sam looked at his expression and halted.

"I will give you one chance. Call for backup as much as you can. If they fight better than you, I will let you go alive. How does that sound?"

As he finished his words, he sensed something and looked towards the roof of the restaurant.

*BOOM* *CRASH*

The roof collapsed as if it was hit by a meteor strike and even Sam was blown away. The whole restaurant collapsed and the aftermath looked like it suffered a natural disaster. Except for the kitchen which was protected by Sam's formation.

*cough* *Cough*

Sam removed the debris around him and came out to take a look. An old-looking man with a massive build is standing with a Mace in his hands and looked at Sam who came out of debris and kept dusting his coat off.

The lesser laid there in the debris as he coughed some blood.

"It seems like someone serious finally came."

Sam said casually as he picked his bat again.

"I am the elder of the Mace sect. I was told that you kept the lesser head of our family captive. You better release him now or you would die."

"I am really bored about all your threats. The whole sect seems to be surviving based on their threats. I don't have time for such drama, let's just fight."

Sam lunged forward and swung the bat.

The old man used the mace to block it, but when both things collided, he felt the massive force and stumbled to the side.

"Good, I don't have to hold back as much as before."

With that, Sam kept on swinging. The elder couldn't help but dodge. He knew that one hit from that bat and he would be having trouble.

As the dodging went on, Sam didn't slow down one bit, he became faster instead.

The bat swept past the back of the elder who crouched down to dodge the attack, but the elder saw the blackness which is Sam's knee zooming towards his face and that is the last thing he saw before he fell unconscious.

Sam turned back only to see the Lesser head calling someone using the communication token.

He smiled and walked towards the debris and picked put a relatively intact table before he started drinking again.

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