"Crack!"A m.u.f.fled thump erupted as the wooden door slammed Ricky in the face, sending him flying back through the air.
He was a fatso that weighed in excess of 100kg, and he was falling into the crowd.
Everyone dispersed to open up some s.p.a.ce, and watched as he thumped heavily into the ground. He lay dazed on his back with a red door-mark on his face, just as if he had just had the soul bashed out of him.
Mag was also a little taken aback upon seeing that. He had just finished breakfast, and was coming out to remind Amy about her morning lessons. However, he wasn"t expecting someone to be charging at the door, and sent them flying as he opened it. Thus, he was feeling a little apologetic as he looked at the dazed fatso on the ground. If the victim were a customer, then his business could suffer.
He was sent flying by that door! Mag really isn"t someone to be messed with!
All of the customers appraised Mag with peculiar expressions. Even though Ricky appeared to only be a mortal, he was still a fully grown 100kg man. For him to be sent flying was quite a shocking spectacle.
Of course, the customers that were about to beat him up were feeling quite disappointed. They hadn"t even had a chance to teach Ricky a lesson before Mag took care of him himself.
"Wow, Father is so strong." The little fireball on Amy"s fingertip was snuffed out, and she clapped her little hands together with glee. She looked up at Mag with adoration and reverence on her face.
H-how could this be? Is this restaurant owner supposed to be a powerful man? Ricky was lying on the ground, and his face throbbed with searing pain. It was certainly not a good feeling to be swatted into the air by a door, and rage was building up in his heart.
He hadn"t even gotten a chance to strike yet, but had been struck down himself!
That guy had to be the restaurant"s owner, but that didn"t matter. Even though he had been struck down, there were still countless comrades behind him, all of whom were wielding sabers and swords! There was no lack of orcs and demons among them, either, so no matter how powerful the restaurant owner was, there was no way that he could beat everyone.
With that in mind, Ricky"s confidence was restored, and he clasped a hand over his throbbing cheek as he struggled to his feet. He spread his arms open again, and yelled, "Not only is he fixing the rankings, he"s even a.s.saulting people! Where"s the justice?! Everyone, get him! Smash the—"
"Smash your f*cking face!" A demon that was close to two meters tall aimed a vicious slap at his face, slamming him right into the ground again. The demon then gave him a kick, and grumbled, "I really am angry about Mamy Restaurant"s rankings, but it"s only because the rankings were too low! I really detest people like you! Your food is trash, but you don"t think about improving yourself. All you want to do is slander those who are better than you! People like you deserve to be bashed wherever you go!"
"Exactly! You"re the manifestation of justice? Last time, there was a maggot in the roast meat that I got from your sh*tty rotisserie, and you guys blamed me for planting the maggot in the meal! How about now, huh? Where are your bodyguards?"
"Mag"s food is more than a hundred times more delicious than your trashy roast meat! What gives you the confidence and courage to provoke him? You say you want to barf at those names? Whenever I hear "roujiamo" nowadays, I can"t help but drool!"
"There"s no need to waste time with words! Brothers, let"s set aside our differences, and bash this shameless b*stard! Regardless of whether you"re part of the sweet or savory faction, this man is the public enemy! Scoot aside, let me kick him too!"
The customers outside the restaurant erupted into a frenzy, raining down attacks upon Ricky in a torrential downpour.
Ricky was completely dumbstruck by the brutal beating that he was suffering. Anguished, he howled, "Stop! Stop! We"re all allies! Stop! Argh, not the face…"
"Allies my a*s! Don"t try to defile us! The sweet and savory factions have united to combat shameless restaurant owners like you!" An elderly woman prodded Ricky"s stomach with her cane disdainfully.
"I agree! If we continue to give one-star ratings to the opposing faction"s tofu pudding, these shameless b.a.s.t.a.r.ds are the ones that will benefit in the end! If it"s something made by Mag, then it must be more delicious than everyone else"s cooking!"
"That"s right. Hurting one another like this is not the way to go. We should unite, and give all of the tofu puddings five-star ratings! Let"s show everyone the true power of the tofu pudding!"
The enraged cries from the customers drowned out Ricky"s cries for help. Ironically, he had become the catalyst for the two factions to form an alliance and come to a mutual understanding.
Seeing as Mag sold the same number of sweet and savory tofu puddings every day, their rankings were inevitably inseparable in the food compet.i.tion. For the sake of the restaurant, cooperation was the only path forward.
"B… Boss…" The rotisserie employee looked on with a dumbfounded expression. His boss had been full of vigor, storming the restaurant just a moment ago, but was now inundated by furious customers to the extent that he was no longer even visible among the crowd.
"There"s another one here!" A burly man plucked the employee by the collar, and threw him into the crowd. Thus, everyone had two targets on which they could vent their rage.
What"s going on? Mag was just about to apologize to the fat middle-aged man, and he was also a little stunned. However, he quickly understood the gist of things from the conversation between his customers.
It appeared that those two were trying to start trouble for him after witnessing the Aden Square food compet.i.tion rankings, only to fall into the hands of the restaurant"s customers. Thus, they fell victim to vigilante justice, and were plunged into a very tragic situation.
Mag was not going to extend any sympathy toward people who were trying to cause trouble for him. He had to show everyone that he was not to be messed with.
However, Mag was quite touched that his customers would take the initiative to beat up rabble-rousers in his stead. They were only customers, but they were fighting so hard for the reputation and glory of the restaurant at which they dined. That was a very moving notion to Mag.
A smile appeared on Mag"s face as he said, "Let"s stop there, everyone. We don"t want to end up killing him."
All of the customers burst into laughter upon hearing that.
"Help! I"m going to die!" Ricky"s anguished cries continued, but the response was only more physical abuse.