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Chapter 67 The Mysterious Boss's Hot Pot Restaurant (15)

After those words were spoken, the entire room fell silent.

"If I give a bad review and then violate the rules, does the bad review still count?"

The other party repeated it again.

Everyone, including An Jing, stood frozen in place, and for a moment no one could react.

The voice came from a grandfather who looked to be about sixty years old. He was sitting at a table near the corner, wearing a faded old jacket, with half-white hair and a somewhat unfocused but clear gaze.

He looked up at the catfish-headed boss, whose tired eyes held a kind of desperate calm.

The catfish vendor paused, its lifeless eyes slowly turning to the middle-aged man. After staring at him for a few seconds, it uttered in a low, cold voice:
"count."

These words, once spoken, were like tearing a crack in a dead end.

The man slowly stood up, his hands resting on the table, his voice hoarse but steady: "Comrades, I suggest that the older folks go first. In this round, we'll start with negative reviews and see if we can lower the score a bit. If that's not enough, the others can continue to give lower scores in the next round."

“We’re old, we’ve lived most of our lives, and we’ve seen a bit of the world. To put it bluntly, in this situation, we’re going to die no matter what we choose, so we might as well exchange our lives and see if we can tear a piece of its flesh.”

"I volunteer to be the first one."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a weighty quality that came with the passage of time; each word was like a nail driven into everyone's heart.

The hall was completely silent.

The catfish vendor slightly raised the corners of his mouth and let out a cold laugh, as if mocking his naiveté.

It seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time, and uttered a low, mocking sentence:
"Humans are selfish. The human heart is more terrifying than any mystery."

But this time, it was not met with silence.

Instead, one hand was raised high.

“I’ll be in the first round.” An old man slowly stood up.

“I’m also in the first round.” A grandmother with a full head of white hair stood up shakily from her chair.

Immediately afterwards, more and more hands were raised.

"I'm coming too!"

"Although I am afraid of dying, I am even more afraid of waiting to die like this."

Inspired, a young man who looked like a college student suddenly stood up and said, "I'll do it!"

“Sit down!” Another aunt pulled him back, her tone stern but with heartache. “You’re young, you haven’t lived enough yet. Let us old folks go first.”

"You have to get out of here alive, you understand? We've lived our whole lives, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"The future of our country depends on you. If you can go out, promise your aunt that you will work hard to serve society."

The young man gritted his teeth, his eyes red-rimmed, but he eventually sat back down in his seat.

The middle-aged man who was the first to stand up had already walked to the menu.

He didn't say much, but he looked at An Jing deeply, his eyes filled with calm trust: "Little sister, thank you for your hard work. You have been trying your best to persevere and find solutions from the very beginning. You are our hope in this disaster."

"Even after we're gone, you must hold on until the very end."

An Jing abruptly turned her head away, trying to hide her red eyes and hoarse voice from her emotions.

"it is good."

Xu Xiaoyi, standing to the side, couldn't help but cover her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

The doctor looked up at the ceiling, his thoughts somewhat indescribable.

He clearly hates humans.

But at this point, he had to admit it.

Human unity and perseverance are truly remarkable.

It was so dazzling it was almost blinding.

His efforts weren't in vain.

005, 009, and 018 all lowered their heads, trying to suppress their emotions, but their eyes were all red.

They never expected that among the ordinary people they thought would only be a hindrance, it would be them who brought the most direct breakthrough in this truly desperate situation.

"The dishes are all served, please enjoy your meal."

The menu lit up, and the middle-aged man looked at the catfish vendor without blinking or hesitation.

He stood up straight, facing the catfish vendor, his voice hoarse but firm:

"I don't like this dish." "I don't like this restaurant."

"I like this boss even less!"

"I'm giving this a bad review!"

This shout signaled a readiness to die; it was loud and clear.

Never underestimate human courage.

The catfish vendor's lips twitched, his tone icy cold:
"Malicious negative reviews".

“Willing punishment, strangulation.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a bloody light descended from the sky. The middle-aged man's body seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and blood splattered everywhere. He didn't even have time to utter a sound.

"Snapped--"

He fell heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open, but a slight smile remained on his lips.

The catfish owner deliberately killed him in a frightening and bloody way, attempting to intimidate others into not giving him a bad review.

At that moment, the hall was so quiet it seemed to be dead.

But... it was only for a brief moment.

His actions directly ignited the fighting spirit in others!
"I'll give one too!" a trembling voice rang out; it was the white-haired grandmother.

With a determined look in her eyes, she shouted, "I'm giving it a bad review! It's not tasty!"

"Give it! Keep giving it!" Another old man suddenly stood up. "I don't want to be its food!"

"I'm giving this a bad review!"

"Send it back to its hometown!"

"I will not be food for animals!"

The old man's courage, determination, and heavy entrustment to the young people shattered all fear at that moment.

"I'll go for the second round!"

"Me too!"

"Young man, you wait here, get in line behind us!"

Negative reviews kept coming in, and the catfish owner's expression grew increasingly grim.

An Jing clenched her fists tightly, her throat dry, suppressing a sob that she couldn't speak.

That was hope, that was the human spirit, that was fire after fire lit in the mysterious darkness.

She knew that someone was burning for them.

Just like that middle-aged man said,

They are still young, carrying the expectations of so many people, and it's not time for them to fall yet.

The next round will continue.

An Jing took a slow breath, suppressing the surging emotions in her heart, and flipped through the menu with her fingers.

The rating stars on the menu interface have dwindled to just three and a half, their color gradually changing from golden yellow to a dull gray.

This is a dividing line.

At this point, the latest rule began to emerge.

Merchants rated one star or below are considered substandard and will be subject to closure procedures.

“One star…” she whispered, her voice as soft as the wind whispering in everyone’s ear, yet it clearly touched everyone’s heart.

“Not enough,” 005 said in a low voice, his eyes cold.

Just then, the catfish boss finally let out a low growl.

Its body trembled violently, and its enormous fish head suddenly jerked upward, a piercing metallic scraping sound emanating from its mouth full of fangs: "Enough...enough!!"

It approached the customers in the front row step by step, its footsteps so heavy they felt like they were stepping on everyone's hearts.

Its eyes were ferocious as it stared intently at the white-haired grandmother who had just given a bad review.

"Malicious ratings, irrational nitpicking, and disruptive dining atmosphere... all will be punished!"

The air suddenly became thick and sticky, like swirling hot pot broth, carrying a visible stench of blood.

(End of this chapter)