Chapter 66

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Turkey's face immediately turned serious, and he placed both hands on the table, shouting at Fatty Snow, "What's the panic for? If the sky falls, I, Sister Turkey, will hold it up! What's happened? Take a deep breath and tell me slowly."

Fatty Snow, infected by Turkey's calmness, quickly calmed down. After taking two deep breaths, he said slowly, "Sister Turkey, the goose from the south is leading a group of people over, looking fierce. It doesn't look like they're here for anything good."

Turkey sneered, her fierce appearance fully displaying the demeanor of the boss of Temple Street.

"Pfft, am I afraid of him? Fatty Snow, blow the whistle, call the brothers. If he wants a fight, I, Turkey, will see it through to the end!"

Following Turkey's order, all sorts of strange-looking people began to gather around Turkey's food stall. The intense atmosphere made Luo Tai excited, a tingling sensation rising from his abdomen, much like the anticipation of the New Year when he was a child.

A gang war?

Luo Tai, who had just experienced the bloody and deadly battles between assassins in "Assassin's Creed," wouldn't take such a low-level fight seriously. The reason he felt excited was because of the upcoming negotiation between gang leaders.

He had always envied the ** bosses in Hong Kong gangster movies, with their black suits, rows of cool henchmen, stylish cigars, and dazzling knives. Everything made Luo Tai wish he could be part of it.

Now, he could finally witness the legendary scenes firsthand, and he couldn't help but be excited.

However, what happened next could only be described as a dramatic twist.

Goose, with a physique like a butcher, was wearing a pair of legendary wooden sandals.

Turkey, with a face as fierce as a demon, was wearing a greasy cartoon apron around her waist.

Fatty Snow, with bulging eyes, tried to convey his overwhelming killing intent, but his cute navy-striped shirt revealed his inner cuteness.

Shen Xian, tightly gripping a small wine bottle, tried to give the impression of a drunk who could kill like a chicken, but his swaying steps made him look like a drunk cat who couldn't find his way home.

Pai Gu Zai, throwing off his shirt, tried to exude the iron-blooded spirit of Xu Chu fighting Ma Chao, but his thin, bony body, which seemed to be blown away by the wind, only made him look like a skinny horse begging for more hay.

The bizarre scene made Luo Tai finally realize that he was in Stephen Chow's "God of Cookery," not Chow Yun-fat's "A Better Tomorrow."

Listening to Goose and Turkey bicker about the market share of shrimp balls and beef balls, Luo Tai's blood gradually cooled.

It wasn't until Stephen Chow couldn't resist interjecting, suggesting that they merge shrimp balls and beef balls into "urinating beef balls," that Goose exploded, slamming his hand on the table.

"Damn it, which bastard is interrupting? Don't you know that interrupting the boss when he's talking can get your hand chopped off?"

Stephen Chow, frightened, tried to hide in the crowd, but Luo Tai patted his shoulder, signaling him not to worry. He casually parted the crowd, walked up to Turkey, and said with a smile, "Sister Turkey, why waste so many words? I remember the famous Black Skin Brother said, 'Why waste so many words? Just start the fight.'"

In a few seconds, Luo Tai was already in front of Goose. He suddenly attacked, delivering a powerful kick with the speed of a lightning bolt. Everyone could clearly see every detail of Luo Tai's kick, but time seemed to slow down, and they couldn't react.

Luo Tai's seemingly slow but actually fast kick suddenly stopped just in front of Goose's face, the wind from his leg blowing Goose's short hair. Goose, unable to open his eyes due to the wind, opened his mouth in terror.

After a while, Luo Tai, standing on one leg, slowly retracted his powerful kick, and with a smile, he casually flicked the dust off his pants. He continued to smile at Goose.

Goose, slowly retreating, finally leaned against one of his henchmen and suddenly waved his hands forward, "Damn it, a kung fu expert? Am I scared? Brothers, beat him up!"

Turkey's reaction was also quick, almost simultaneously shouting, "Brothers, attack!"

The scene became chaotic as the two groups quickly mixed and engaged in a fierce battle.

Luo Tai didn't use the Shaolin Powerful Golden Leg again, as it was too powerful, and he was afraid of accidentally killing someone. But with his Level 7 combat skills, he was almost a god among these small-time hooligans. He moved like a tiger among sheep, causing chaos wherever he went, and no one could stand up to him.

With Luo Tai's help, Turkey's side gained a huge boost in morale, chasing Goose's people out of the north end of Temple Street and all the way to the south end.

Just as Turkey's side was enjoying the chase, Luo Tai stopped, blocking the others with his hands and said softly, "That's enough, don't chase anymore. It's enough."

Fatty Snow and the others stopped, and Pai Gu Zai asked curiously, "Why stop? We need to drive Goose out of Temple Street so Sister Turkey can dominate the night market."

Luo Tai shook his head, "In the underworld, it's important to leave a line for future encounters. We're all here to make money; why turn it into a life-or-death feud?"

When Luo Tai, surrounded by the victorious brothers, returned to Turkey's food stall, Turkey gave him a thumbs up and said with a strange laugh, "You're good, Luo brother, you're really good! I've been on Temple Street for so many years, and I've never been impressed by anyone, but this time, I'm really impressed by you. I've never felt so triumphant in my fight with Goose."

Luo Tai smiled and nodded, saying to Turkey, "Sister Turkey, actually, there's no deep-seated grudge between you and Brother Goose. We're all in business. Since we have the upper hand this time, there's no need to completely destroy him. Why don't we send someone to bring Brother Goose over, and we can sit down and talk. Let's all make money together."

Turkey was taken aback, her face twitching, "Make money together? What kind of money? What can we make?"

Luo Tai pointed to Stephen Chow, who was crouching behind the table, and said with a smile, "What kind of money? We'll have to ask Brother Zhou. God of Cookery, what do you think?"

Stephen Chow, surprised, pointed to his nose, "Me?"

After Stephen Chow explained the idea of "urinating beef balls" to Turkey, Goose, and Luo Tai, Turkey and Goose looked at each other, then at Luo Tai, who was sitting calmly beside them.

Luo Tai gave Stephen Chow a thumbs up, "No wonder you're the God of Cookery. To see such a huge business opportunity in a street snack, I think urinating beef balls have potential."

Turkey and Goose looked at Stephen Chow again, "This urinating beef balls has potential?"

At that moment, Stephen Chow looked like a business tycoon standing on the roof of the International Trade Center, pointing at the world, and confidently nodded.

"It has potential, definitely has potential."

The two strongest forces in Temple Street, under Luo Tai's mediation, merged, cutting off the goose's head and drinking yellow wine, forming a temporary alliance. The two groups combined their efforts, focusing on creating what Luo Tai called a "high-potential" urinating beef ball, temporarily abandoning all other businesses.

Stephen Chow tested each of Turkey and Goose's henchmen, trying to select the one with the strongest arm strength. In the end, he chose Luo Tai and Turkey.

Turkey had a naturally astonishing arm strength, which was why she could wield two knives and chase away a dozen streets of hooligans.

Luo Tai, having reached Level 7 in combat, had arms that, while not as powerful as Turkey's in a burst, were far more enduring.

In addition to needing a brother with astonishing arm strength to help in the kitchen, Stephen Chow also needed a helper with exquisite knife skills. In the end, he chose Luo Tai again.

Because Luo Tai possessed the Flying Dagger technique, and the control of the fingers before the dagger was thrown was crucial for the dagger to never miss its target. Naturally, Luo Tai's finger dexterity far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Even after trying to have Luo Tai cut a few radishes, Stephen Chow was pleasantly surprised and held Luo Tai's hands, believing that if Luo Tai was willing to practice, his knife skills would eventually surpass Stephen Chow, who was once called the God of Cookery. In Stephen Chow's own words, Luo Tai was simply born to be a chef.