Smart shouted, showing off the dagger at his waist. All the enforcers from the Red and White Society used this kind of dagger. In Hedan City, apart from the city guard, only people from the Knight Academy and the Canon Law School could carry long weapons. Ordinary people were prohibited from carrying them. During gang conflicts over territory, fighting and looting also couldn't be done empty-handed, so they all used daggers.

Dragon Mother covered her face, her cheeks flushed with anger, but she didn't dare retaliate. "No money, just a life. If you have guts, kill me, I'll fight you tooth and nail and see who's unlucky in the end!"

She knew that opening this door was a path to death and had bet that the other party wouldn't really kill her. She had been running this place for a long time and had greased some officials. If she died, Smart would cut off their money flow. She couldn't understand why Smart had suddenly gone mad today.

Smart grinned maliciously, slowly approaching with the dagger. Of course, he wouldn't kill her; such cheap women only listened when beaten or drawn blood. This old woman didn't know the might of the Master.

Just then, there was a commotion outside. The crowd quickly parted, automatically making way, as two young men in Canon Law School uniforms walked in. "Lancer, are you sure this is the place?"

"Captain, there's no mistake. They all say there's a restaurant here with a distinctive style, completely different from what we're used to, exceptionally appetizing. I feel like you've been off lately." Lancer laughed, "Got your eye on some lady?"

"What lady? I'm a man like an eagle; my state is only good and better. But since we're here, let's give it a try. What's everyone crowding here for?" Simmons said puzzled.

Soon, Simmons and Lancer saw Smart and his gang, and the fat woman on the ground, and roughly understood what was going on.

"Everyone disperse, don't delay my meal."

Simmons couldn't be bothered with this kind of affair, especially since he came for a meal today. Not being able to eat would be bothersome. As Smart turned to curse, his expression changed dramatically upon seeing Simmons, his waist immediately bending, and his face turned incredibly obsequious, "Isn't this Mr. Simmons? How come you're in a place like this?"

Lancer knew what was going on, aware that Simmons couldn't be bothered to speak to such people, "Get lost, scum. This isn't your business. Scram!"

"Yes, yes, we're leaving immediately." Smart turned to warn Dragon Mother with his eyes, then left with his men, smiling, nodding, and bowing.

If they were only from the Canon Law School, these knife-wielding folks wouldn't be afraid; they were from different circles. If the other party insisted on meddling based on their identity, they had their ways to deal with it.

But Simmons was different. Simmons George, put it this way, the George Family was among the nobles in Hedan, with a powerful ancestry. Most of Saint George District belonged to this family, including docks, key commercial areas, and some fertile lands. Simmons was a descendant of the George Family, and gangs wouldn't provoke them.

Looking at Dragon Mother and then around, Simmons lost his appetite. Initially, there was a bit of a hero-saving-the-beauty vibe, but now... this was completely different from the person in the poster, no, two different species.

But Dragon Mother was no ordinary person. She quickly got up from the ground, set up the chairs and table, and wiped them with her sleeve. "Mr. Simmons, please have a seat. Might, since you're here already, I'd say our new dishes are ancient recipes lost for millennia. They're transformative in taste. You must try them."

Dragon Mother knew her survival depended on whether she could serve Simmons well.

Lancer also laughed, "Boss, since we've come, let's try it. It's already spread to the Canon Law School, where brothers who've tried it are full of praise. There must be something special."

Simmons nodded, and Lancer looked at Dragon Mother, "Still here idling? Go prepare!"

"Yes, yes, sir, please wait. It'll be ready soon." Dragon Mother immediately cleaned the chair with her luxurious sleeves, smiling broadly like a morning glory.

Simmons looked around at the people, "Let everyone sit; business should continue."

"The young master is truly approachable and kind. Everyone, sit, sit. Opportunities like this are rare." Dragon Mother didn't look like someone just beaten; her plump face smiled brilliantly like a flower.

In the immigrant district, fighting and stabbing were common sights, and with Simmons from the George Family here, they felt honored.

Simmons didn't put on airs. In fact, those who knew a little understood that Simmons was unlike the elder masters of the George Family. He was very easygoing with people, not arrogant, which was a trait of the Canon Law School.

Dragon Mother rushed into the kitchen like a cannonball, "Xiao Lizi, Ma Liu, get your act together. We have honored guests, the great masters from Saint George District. Do your best, our future depends on this!"

Saying this, she dashed out again, kicking out the painter and the magician, "Serves you two poor wretches right. The noble guests are here, hurry and perform. A mere scrap from the master's fingers is enough to feed you for a year."

As she approached Simmons, Dragon Mother deliberately slowed her steps, even walking with more elegance, "The eagle-like Mr. Simmons, allow me to introduce, this is Mr. Dalivin, the most famous painter in Saint George District, skilled in portraits. With your noble face and eagle-like demeanor, could you give him a chance?"

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