The Chef Rules the Last Days-Chapter 53 - 51 The Criticism Meeting

53: Chapter 51: The Criticism Meeting

53 -51: The Criticism Meeting

Su Mo directly wiped away the layer of blood on the surface of his arm, and the skin underneath was as good as new!

“Holy crap!

Holy crap!

Holy crap!” Jianxiong exclaimed three times in a row.

He was simply stunned.

He withdrew his hand and felt the spot that had just been cut, leaving nothing but a faint pink mark, smooth and unblemished.

“Is this…

Healing Technique?” He said, his square face filled with incredulity, more shocked than when he had eaten meat with spiritual power.

His eyes looking at the teacup seemed like he was almost ready to worship it.

In the apocalypse, a cup of tea that could heal wounds was a tremendously terrifying skill.

“You must not tell anyone about this, other than me and the boss,” Jianxiong said, becoming very serious and earnest after he had come back to his senses.

“If others find out, you will become a target, and the boss and I may not be able to protect you.”

“I understand,” Su Mo of course realized the seriousness of the situation.

She would never foolishly reveal her secret in front of unreliable people.

“When the boss comes back, we have to make this clear to him,” Jianxiong paced back and forth in the room, appearing somewhat anxious.

“You might discover more skills like this in the future; you have to learn to accept them, Jianxiong,” Su Mo said, tiptoeing to pat his shoulder.

He seemed even more nervous than she was.

Jianxiong chuckled, walked over to the table, and carefully covered the three bowls of tea with a tea lid, then both waited in the room for Lu Chen’s return.

Mo Yan had been running around all day for Chu Mengyao and couldn’t lay a hand on Su Mo.

Eventually, he and his companions found the criminals in a few separate rooms of the jail.

He captured those three burly men, brought them back, and sent Ai Yang to find Old Shen Du.

Chu Mengyao had lain in bed all day, without taking a single drop of water.

“Mengyao, get up and eat something,” Mo Yan said, sitting beside the bed.

The food on the table hadn’t been touched at all, and he sighed, gently tucking her in.

Chu Mengyao turned her back to him, ignoring him.

The usually calm Mo Yan’s brow furrowed as he turned her over, “Mengyao, I’ve found those three for you.”

Chu Mengyao’s eyes lit up, her beautiful eyes filled with hatred as she ground her teeth, “I hate them to death!”

She sat up abruptly, the pain from her torn lower body a constant reminder that her body was already damaged, “Why did Su Mo have to harm me like this?”

As she spoke, tears fell, one by one, dropping onto the blanket.

Mo Yan tenderly wiped away her tears, his feelings towards Su Mo growing increasingly conflicted.

The woman who was once the darling of heaven had fallen so low overnight, and he felt helpless, but what could be done when things had come to this point?

“Mengyao, be good, those few men are at your disposal, you can do as you please,”

Mo Yan held her in his arms, whispering comfort.

For now, the only plan was to steady Chu Mengyao’s emotions.

They had to provide her with an explanation for what happened, no matter what.

“Okay,”

Seeing that Mo Yan didn’t mention Su Mo at all, she resentfully bit her lip and agreed.

Enduring the pain in her lower body, she dressed and was partially helped out of bed by Mo Yan.

Su Mo, bored on the bed, toyed with the Tang Blade until rambunctious sounds came from downstairs.

“What’s happened?”

“Don’t know,” Jianxiong scratched his head.

“Let’s go check it out,” Su Mo stood up, the blade in hand, ready to go downstairs to see what was happening.

“You need to be careful,” Jianxiong, who now considered Su Mo an endangered species, followed her closely every step of the way.

They locked the door and went downstairs shoulder to shoulder.

A crowd had already formed below.

Three bare-chested strong men were being forced to kneel on the ground by several students.

“Is this a struggle session?” Su Mo stood back a bit in the corridor and could vaguely hear what they were saying.

Ai Yang hurried back to report the news.

“Old Shen Du said, the three ordinary people are at your disposal,”

Mo Yan nodded in acknowledgment.

Since Chu Mengyao was a superpower user and the assault had involved Old Shen Du’s people, he still sent someone to inform the middle-aged man, so as to avoid any apprehensions.

The burly man on the ground was unrelenting: “Ptui!

How was I to know you, a bloody mess of an ugly woman, were a superpower user?

You weren’t like this when you were moaning beneath me.”

“You!”

Her bloody wound was torn open in front of everyone, Chu Mengyao felt a heaviness in her chest and collapsed into Mo Yan’s arms, “Kill him, I want him dead!”

Mo Yan’s shoulder ached, but he endured it.

Chu Mengyao was missing a patch of blond hair on her scalp, and there was a ferocious scar on her forehead.

She bore no resemblance to the goddess she once appeared to be.

Su Mo clicked her tongue twice, saying to Jianxiong, “That’s called getting what you deserve.”

“Exactly,” Jianxiong agreed with a sense of understanding.

The crowd began to get restless, and Su Mo saw Chu Mengyao retrieve a blade from somewhere and stab the big man, who had humiliated her with his words, right in the heart.

Overwhelmed by the provocation, Chu Mengyao pulled out the Tang Blade and plunged it in again and again until the man’s chest was a mangled mess.

It was only when the on-looking crowd’s stares turned that she ceased.

Her body was splattered with warm blood, and realizing her actions were excessively gory, Chu Mengyao’s eyes welled with tears and she began to cry, “Mo Yan…

I didn’t mean to.”

Mo Yan quickly went over to comfort her in a low voice.

The sharp smell of blood in the air wafted over to Su Mo, who sneered at the sight of the two clinging to each other.

Suddenly, a figure with the proportions of a supermodel entered her line of sight, and Su Mo’s eyes lit up as she waved him over swiftly.

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“Lu Chen.”

Seeing it was she who called, the man quickened his pace.

“What are you doing here?”

“Watching the drama,” she gestured with her head towards the incident.

“Boss, boss, you’re finally back, let’s go, let’s go upstairs to talk,” Jianxiong eagerly beckoned him upstairs with an air of mystery.

Su Mo chuckled, “Let’s go back and talk about it.”

She no longer cared to watch the outdoor spectacle, nor was she interested in the outcome, and followed Jianxiong upstairs.

Once inside, Jianxiong went straight to the table, took off the tea lid, and held the cup, which seemed especially dainty in his large hand.

He presented it to the man like a treasured gift, waving to Su Mo, “Sister, give me a slash.”

He eagerly stuck his arm out in front of Su Mo.

As instructed, Su Mo lightly cut his arm.

“Watch closely,” after bleeding, he held his arm out to Lu Chen and took a sip of the tea.

After waiting a few seconds for the itchy sensation of the flesh growing back to subside, he handed the cup to Su Mo, who wiped off a layer of blood that hadn’t yet congealed.

“Good as new.”

With a serious expression, Lu Chen scrutinized the arm that now only showed a light pink.

He turned to Su Mo and asked, “Did you come up with this today?”

Throwing the blade back onto the top bunk, Su Mo nodded, “Yes, I was planning to try it with Biluochun Tea first and then ask you for some Jasmine.

I didn’t expect this to work too.”

Lu Chen fixed his gaze on the arm for a moment, deep in thought.

The things present on Su Mo might already far surpass the civilization of this world.