Chapter 14 Let There Be a Lesson

Thud! Thud! Tobias and his companions immediately fell to their knees, frantically bowing in an attempt to show submission. Even the ruthless One-Eyed Wolf had been left in a broken state by Sherman, so they knew they were no match. "Mr. Leif, we were wrong. Please, spare us," one of them pleaded. "Please don't kill me—I have elderly parents and young children to care for. Just let me go, pretend I'm nothing." "Mr. Leif, if you let me go, I'll introduce you to my sister, you can even take my girlfriend as yours." ... Sherman's gaze was icy. These men didn't deserve death, but they definitely couldn't be allowed to escape without consequence. He thought for a moment, then took a pill from his bag and crushed it in his hand. With force, he pried open their mouths and pushed the powder into them, making sure they swallowed it. Tobias and the others stared at him, terror in their eyes. "Don't worry," Sherman said coldly. "This pill has minimal side effects. The only catch is that you need an antidote every year. Without it, you'll bleed and die in a horrible way. "As long as you stop causing trouble for a year, I'll give you the antidote. "Of course, you could go to the hospital, but they'll probably tell you there's nothing wrong." Tobias and his men went pale, their minds racing, knowing that Sherman's words had to be true after seeing his terrifying strength. "By the way, this is connected to that guy, Reggie, right?" Sherman asked casually. Tobias nodded quickly. "Yes, it's him! He's the one who made us do all of this. If you want revenge, go after him. We had nothing to do with it." Sherman's thoughts confirmed what he suspected, and he chose not to trouble them further. He left the scene. As for the pill, it was nothing but a harmless, ordinary health supplement. After the fight, Sherman felt a slight pang of hunger. "Sir, check out this flyer. Today, if you manage to eat 20 plates of lamb, your meal is free!" A staff member handed Sherman the flyer. His eyes sparkled. For most people, eating 20 plates of lamb seemed impossible. But for Sherman, it was barely a challenge. As a Level 9 martial artist, his energy consumption was massive, and he could easily devour an entire sheep in one sitting. Sherman grinned, "The owner is too naive. Today, I'll show him the cruelty of life." The flyer had an address, and Sherman quickly made his way to the restaurant named Come Again, a self-service spicy soup joint. Once inside, Sherman asked the staff again if eating 20 plates of lamb truly meant he'd get a free meal. The staff member pointed to a large platter of lamb on a nearby table and nodded with a smile. "Yes, each plate is 2 lbs. But we ask our customers to eat responsibly and not hurt themselves." They had seen many people attempt to eat for free, only to end up so stuffed they couldn't move. So far, no one had ever succeeded. "Alright, bring me one," Sherman said. "Sure, follow me. Just a reminder—season it yourself, and we have a no-waste policy. If you waste over half a pound of food, you'll be fined." The staff led Sherman to his seat, and they started heating up the soup. Sherman then went and grabbed 20 plates of lamb. This immediately drew the attention of many customers, who watched in disbelief. Some muttered among themselves. "This guy looks too thin. How could he possibly eat all that?" "It's not good to waste food, especially at his age." The staff, seeing this, reminded him once again, "Sir, every pound of food you waste will be fined 25 dollars. If you don't finish all of this, you'll owe us hundreds of dollar." Sherman poured the lamb into the boiling soup and smiled, "Don't worry, I won't waste a single bite." The lamb was thinly sliced, requiring only a brief dip in the soup. Sherman prepared a spicy dipping sauce, dunked the lamb into it, and eagerly took a bite. The flavor was beyond words. "Delicious! So good!" Sherman exclaimed. Though his eating was still quite refined, his speed was impressive. He finished one plate in just one minute. One plate after another. The staff and other customers were left stunned. In less than 20 minutes, Sherman had polished off all 20 plates. The staff stood frozen, eyes wide. His stomach only seemed slightly fuller. Their minds were full of questions. Where did all that food go? "Alright, I have finished the 20 plates. Does that mean the meal is free now?" Sherman asked. With so many people watching, they couldn't cheat him. So, the staff nodded. "Yes, your meal is free." "Then leave me alone. Don't watch me eat. I'm not used to it." The staff left in amazement. Sherman continued to grab more food. He ate for another ten minutes before suddenly pausing, sensing something. His gaze shifted toward the entrance. There, Ivana and Jessica entered, walking arm in arm. Sherman was surprised to see Ivana again. His mind started racing. He would wait a bit, then approach her to see if they could become friends. As for using force to take what he wanted, Sherman had never considered it. His master had always taught him to avoid wrongdoing. Violence was for dealing with the wicked, but never for good people. A powerful person without self-discipline would eventually cause great harm to society—and to themselves. Ivana and her friend requested a private room, likely knowing that with Ivana's beauty, they would have been swarmed if they dined in the main area. Sherman returned his focus to finishing his meal. In under 40 minutes, Sherman had eaten at least 600 dollars worth of food. The staff, who had been watching him, immediately pulled out his phone to call the owner. "What's going on?" a middle-aged man's voice came through the phone. "Boss, there's a problem. A really strong customer came in. He's already eaten enough food for ten people, and he seems to be able to continue. You need to come see for yourself." "Ten people's worth? Are you sure? No mistake?" "Absolutely sure." "Wait for me. I'll be there soon!" The boss quickly hung up and rushed over. He was nearby, so he arrived in just a few minutes. Not needing any guidance, the boss saw Sherman immediately. It was hard to miss—his table was piled high with empty plates. The boss hurried over, his round face jiggling as he approached. When he reached Sherman's table, he whispered, "Young man, our restaurant is small. What you've eaten so far is nearly half a day's worth of sales. If you keep going, we'll go bankrupt. Please, I beg you, stop." Sherman frowned. "Didn't you say the meal is free? Are you trying to stop me now?" The boss's face twitched, and he gritted his teeth. "Alright, how about this: You go eat at the restaurant across the street, and I'll give you 250 dollars on top of that. What do you think?"