He was just a lowly chef but one day, it all changed. His girlfriend broke up with him, and he awakened the customer satisfaction system.
Since then, every time the system bar would be full from customer satisfaction, he would gain system rewards. The 80% share was also given by the system.
Nevertheless, he doesn't have time to manage such a big business, he is just a chef after all. So, he appointed a new female ceo. The only thing he likes to do is make food for customers. He likes the satisfaction on their faces after eating his food.
The system rewards are enough to sustain him for his whole life. He has no ambitions, he only wants to make delicious food. He is content with his simple life.
Perhaps one day, he will find a wife too.
But glancing at the system bar, he frowned. Why didn't the satisfaction bar increase? He was expecting it to increase. Did that man and woman not like his cooking? But why? His food was delicious.
He can clearly see the status of Long Aotian.
Name: Long Aotian
Wealth:???
Strength: ???
It was the first time he had seen such a status panel, surely, this guy wouldn't be a simple person right?
Bai Hao had assumed he would gain a good amount of satisfaction points but no. Nevertheless, he didn't think much of it. Perhaps that man was simply too cautious due to his golden fish.
However, that woman was certainly his type. Mature, already has a child, and is still beautiful.
***
The night air outside the hotel was cool, but before Long Aotian could even take three steps, a few figures emerged from the shadows.
Five, ten, fifteen, and more.
They formed a loose semicircle, blocking every path forward.
Long Aotian stopped. His mother instinctively stepped closer to him, her fingers tightening around his sleeve.
From the back of the group, a familiar voice sounded, full of malice and triumph.
"Little bastard, did you really think this was over?"
The son of the mayor walked forward slowly, hands behind his back, a smug smile plastered on his face. His earlier humiliation had twisted into something ugly.
How could he lose his face to a bum? Outrageous!!!
"I gave you a chance inside," he said coldly. "You didn't cherish it."
He looked past Long Aotian, straight at his mother.
Then he laughed.
"Break your left hand right now," he said lazily, "and hand over that woman."
His eyes crawled over her body without restraint.
"She looks sexy, she can give birth to my children, hehe, look at those breasts, my child won't go hungry." He licked his lips in lust.
He had left in anger, but he couldn't let the matter go. He had to teach this farmer a lesson.
And what better way to do that than to ruin his mother? It would be a fitting punishment.
However, seeing how Long Aotian didn't have any expression, he felt even angrier. Acting tough? Hmph, you are courting death.
"What are you waiting for beat this bastard. I want him to watch as I ruin his mother."
Long Aotian shook his head. This man clearly had a few screws loose. He didn't know when to quit.
The thugs equally dumb rushed to beat Long Aotian with a smile on their faces. To them, Long Aotian was but trash, completely at their mercy.
Bang!
Bang!
In a swift and ruthless move, Long Aotian knocked down two thugs. He wasn't a Saint to let these people beat him.
Seeing two of them fall with blood coming from their mouth, the other thugs stopped in their tracks.
Seeing their hesitation, the mayor's son felt even more humiliated. He came here to beat this man to a pulp and take his mother, but now he is the one getting beaten.
How can he show his face after this? This bastard must die.
"Kill him! Beat him to death! I'll pay you double!" he screamed, losing all composure. His face was red, his eyes wild. He was beyond reason now.
However, no one moved. They saw that he had taken down two people with one hand. They didn't want to take the risk of getting beaten.
"You… you bastards! I'm paying you! Do your job!" he roared, his fists clenched. He was shaking with rage. He couldn't believe that people at the bottom of society were disobeying him.
However, he wasn't just a rich Playboy. He had learned taekwondo. He was confident in his own strength. He had even taken part in an international taekwondo competition and got a silver medal.
Woosh!
The mayor's son leapt into the air.
His body twisted mid-flight, leg snapping out with precision.
The angle was sharp, the force fierce, producing the cold wooshing noise, clearly not the clumsy move of an amateur.
"This is my Flying Dragon Kick!" he roared.
To any ordinary person, it would've been terrifying, but to Long Aotian, it was painfully slow.
Long Aotian didn't even dodge, he simply raised his hand.
Banggg!
The kick landed squarely on his palm.
Wrong! Something is wrong. Very wrong.
The mayor's son's expression froze mid-air.
Crack.
A crisp, horrifying sound echoed in the night.
"Aaaaargh!!!!!"
His leg bent at an impossible angle as his body was sent flying backward. He smashed into the ground, rolling several times before stopping, shrieking in agony.
"My leg! My leg—!"
The remaining thugs took several steps back instinctively.
Silver medalist? International competition?
A joke.
He felt horrified. He knew if he sought more trouble he would die. As someone who grew up in a rich family, he knew the existence of Martial arts masters and grandmasters.
The person in front of him was surely a grandmaster. Otherwise, how could he lose so easily?
Long Aotain glanced at him once, and then ignored him. He walked towards his mother. "Mother, let's go." He said in a soft tone.
Seeing this, the Mayor's son breathed a sigh of relief. However, the matter isn't settled. He has lost his face and it needs and the accounts need to be settled.