Chapter 185: Clan Gathering
Pork Sausage.
Pork (豚), small (小), arrow (矢), stick (汦).
Developed by infusing modern sausage with martial arts flair, it was the secret weapon menu that saved the Parkryongmun from bankruptcy.
The problem was.
‘These bastards!’
I thought that menu had naturally disappeared once the festival ended, but it reappeared.
And without my permission, the original creator.
Even in an era without copyright concepts…
‘Ah, the problem with these kids isn’t the era.’
Even in the modern era, this neighborhood has a vague concept of copyright.
Anyway, if you’re going to run a business like this, isn’t the least you could do ask me?
BANG!
Fuming, I kicked open the door of the former Chufeng Inn, now the Donxiang Pavilion.
“Gaga?”
Jie Huolan called out in surprise, but.
“Stay put. This is about my pride.”
Leaving her stunned behind, I stepped forward.
The hall, packed with customers, turned to stare at me with flustered expressions.
“Who the hell is this?!”
Sure enough, waiters… no, shop assistants burst out.
Judging by their somewhat familiar faces, they seemed to be members of the Park Ryong-mun faction.
“Where’s the faction leader?!”
“Gah!”
The moment they saw me, they recoiled in shock.
“Where is the faction leader, I ask?!”
“Eek!”
CRASH!
The door, already hanging loose, was shattered to pieces.
“Here, here I am!”
Simultaneously, Park Ryong-mun rolled out from the passageway connecting to the rear courtyard.
Technically, he walked, but his bulk had swollen nearly three times its original size, making it look like he rolled.
