Ah Yin didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with her "loving first-aid punches" just now.
On the contrary, she looked rather pleased—after all, she had successfully saved someone.
She skipped back to Lin Feng's side, her large, watery eyes blinking expectantly at him, her expression clearly spelling out four words:
Praise me quickly.
Lin Feng smiled and didn't hold back.
He reached out and gently ruffled Ah Yin's soft blue hair.
"Mm. Well done."
Well… done?
The smiles on everyone else's faces froze solid.
They looked down at the two motionless "bodies" on the floor—neatly arranged, suspiciously quiet.
Then they looked back at Ah Yin, who had already closed her eyes in bliss, enjoying Lin Feng's head-patting like a kitten.
Everyone collectively fell silent.
…Alright.
You're the Senior.
You've got the biggest fist.
You decide what counts as "well done."
Just as this surreal atmosphere settled in, another figure quietly appeared at the entrance.
Before the person even stepped inside, a muttering voice drifted in.
"What is that Sea Horse fellow even doing?"
"Just asking the Great Priestess to come home—such a simple task—and he still messes it up, forcing me to come personally."
"Honestly, he can't even handle a small matter."
As the voice faded, a middle-aged man in a robe patterned with starfish strode into the restaurant.
The moment he entered, he frowned, swept his gaze across the bustling interior, then spotted the two unmoving figures on the floor.
A trace of disdain flickered across his face.
What a mess.
The next second, he subconsciously released the pressure of a Titled Douluo, his tone cold and authoritative.
"Hey! Everyone stop eating!"
"I ask you, have you seen—"
"Hm?"
Before he could finish—
Whoosh!
Every gaze in the restaurant snapped toward him in perfect unison.
Each one was cold.
Unfriendly.
Then, terrifying auras—many times stronger than his own—crashed down on him without mercy!
Sea Star Douluo's arrogance froze instantly.
It felt as if dozens of ancient divine mountains slammed into him from all directions at once. He didn't even have time to react.
Thud!
His legs buckled, knees smashing into the floor as he dropped into an instant kneel.
The ground let out a low groan.
Sea Star Douluo was completely stunned.
Kneeling there, he looked up at the room full of powerful figures staring him down.
Titled Douluo.
All of them.
And several radiated pressure even more terrifying than the Great Priestess herself.
His mind went blank.
Great Priestess—Bo Saixi!
You've really ruined me this time!
Didn't you say Spirit Hall, led by Qian Daoliu, was only on par with Sea God Island?
On par my ass!
You call this on par?!
If everyone in this room visited Sea God Island together, we'd have to rename it Spirit Hall Branch Island the very next day!
Why didn't you just say Spirit Hall could beat us black and blue? Why did you brag so confidently?!
"Starfish? Why are you here?"
Just as Sea Star Douluo was spiraling into existential despair and silently cursing Bo Saixi, a familiar voice rang out.
He struggled to lift his head.
There was Sea Horse Douluo—holding a bowl larger than his face and shoveling egg fried rice into his mouth like his life depended on it.
At that moment, Sea Star Douluo felt as though he had seen salvation itself.
"Sea Horse!"
He scrambled forward, rolling and crawling across the floor.
Seeing that the two clearly knew each other, the others lost interest and withdrew their pressure.
But just before doing so, every one of them shot Sea Star Douluo a sharp glare.
The message was unmistakable:
Try that arrogance again and you're dead.
Sea Star Douluo's entire body went light as the pressure vanished. He gasped for breath, clutching Sea Horse Douluo's arm, voice trembling.
But then he froze.
He stared blankly at the two "female corpses" still twitching faintly on the floor, then at the ring of intimidating Titled Douluo around him.
His worldview was being trampled flat.
"What… what's wrong with them?"
"And who are all these people?! Are they all from Spirit Hall?!"
"And where's the Great Priestess?! Did you even find her?!"
Before he could finish, a sharp force shook his arm.
Sea Horse Douluo jerked his hand free as if electrocuted.
Oh no.
Sea Horse Douluo's heart sank.
This idiot is here to drag me back.
The thought of leaving this paradise—of returning to Sea God Island, reeking of fish and seawater, guarding that broken pillar day after day—made his face darken instantly.
No.
Absolutely not.
Sea God Island didn't have egg fried rice this good.
Nor did it have a Senior who could casually raise his cultivation.
Only an idiot would go back.
Decision made.
Sea Horse Douluo straightened his back and stepped half a pace away, distancing himself.
The sympathy on his face vanished, replaced by professional coldness and detachment.
"This guest," he said flatly, "you may have mistaken me for someone else."
"I am not the person you are looking for."
Sea Star Douluo froze.
He stared at Sea Horse Douluo, mouth hanging open, eyes empty.
Mistaken?
"…The hell did you just say?"
He finally exploded.
"Sea Horse! Are you blind or insane?! I'm Starfish!"
"You just called my name!"
"We grew up naked together, bickered our whole lives—and now you're telling me you don't know who I am?!"
Sea Horse Douluo lowered his eyes, expression deadpan, as if saying I didn't hear that, the turtle is chanting scriptures.
"Guest, please mind your language."
"This is Senior's restaurant. Loud disturbances are prohibited."
"If necessary, I will ask you to leave."
He even adopted his 'trainee security guard' tone—official, rigid, and irritatingly proper.
Sea Star Douluo nearly burst a blood vessel.
He had never seen someone this shameless in his entire life.
But before he could unleash a proper tirade—
The corner of his eye caught a familiar figure.
At the head of a dining table sat a woman desperately trying to hide behind a bowl larger than her face.
She had buried her head so deep into the egg fried rice it looked like she was trying to merge with it.
But that sea-blue long dress.
That soft, seaweed-like blue hair.
That unmistakable noble aura.
Who else could it be but—
Sea Star Douluo's breathing stopped.
The color drained from his face instantly.
The finger he had been pointing at Sea Horse Douluo began to tremble uncontrollably, slowly shifting direction.
His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.
"G-Great…"
"Great Priestess?!"