Chapter 915: No matter how high your martial arts, you still fear a kitchen knife

What's going on?

Why did he have that kind of smile?

The chef couldn't bear to look at Lin Ye's smile anymore; every time that smile appeared, it meant he was going to suffer a loss and be suppressed by Lin Ye.

Could it be that Lin Ye had found the correct method to deal with him?

No, impossible.

The chef didn't believe it, and didn't dare to believe it. He subconsciously gripped the kitchen knife in his hand tighter;

only the kitchen knife in his hand could bring him more sense of security.

After a brief moment of shock, the chef regained his confident posture, even if he lacked the foundation, he still bluffed, seeking to make Lin Ye give up struggling.

"Come on! One-on-one, let me see how much strength you have."

'Click, click, click...'

The sound of his bones made a crisp noise, echoing in the restaurant, exceptionally loud.

The chef straightened his back, his burly figure looking even taller, the muscles in both his arms tensed, becoming even more solid and powerful.

The aura brought by his body alone was enough to make people timid, not to mention that kitchen knife reflecting a metallic cold light under the lights.

Lin Ye watched calmly, his gaze moving from the chef's face down to his body, then to his feet, and finally up to the kitchen knife he held, which brought a sense of deterrence.

That kitchen knife,

he didn't know how many corpses it had dissected and killed,

how many corpses it had sliced into meat blocks, becoming portion after portion of ingredients.

Ten meters apart, Lin Ye could even smell the blood-red, bloody scent stained on that kitchen knife.

"Heh, you're scared, aren't you!"

The chef raised his head, looking even more arrogant, "Less resistance, less suffering."

This was his friendly reminder to Lin Ye.

Lin Ye frowned slightly, "As a chef, your acting skills are indeed high."

"Hmm?"

He made a sound of doubt.

"What do you want to say?"

"My appearance means I have a way to solve you."

"..."

He had indeed thought of it, but this was also his opportunity.

This time,

he would definitely kill this man before him and dismember him into meat blocks and ingredients.

He wanted to hear his struggling sounds, wanted to hear his cries for help and mercy, wanted to witness his beautiful, bloodied state.

"Less nonsense, come on!"

Saying this,

the chef exploded with all his strength this time, his massive body charging forward with a 'boom', like Mount Tai, unstoppable.

The kitchen knife in his hand once again made a 'whoosh, whoosh, whoosh' sound of tearing through the air.

Lin Ye whispered Time Stop.

Everything once again fell into a silent stagnation.

Lin Ye could clearly see the anger and killing intent in the eyes of the incoming chef.

It was completely different from the beginning; at the beginning, the chef had always been full of confidence, holding the winning ticket, and looking grounded.

That was the mentality of someone who knew they wouldn't be harmed and could wantonly toy with their prey.

For guests coming to the restaurant, he didn't think these guests, restricted by rules, could pose any threat to him.

Until now, he hadn't encountered a single guest who could pose a threat or cause damage.

For a long time, he had formed this consciousness.

Until Lin Ye's appearance.