Chapter 743 Assassination
“All right. Please wait for a moment.” Hardy collected the menu and went to the kitchen.
Not long after, a cart was pushed out from the kitchen.
Placed on the cart was a live octopus. A chef wearing a hat, followed by two assistant chefs with knives in their
hands, came to a halt in front of Jennifer and Donald.
“What's all this?” Jennifer asked with a puzzled expression.
Hardy explained with a smile, “This is the signature dish of our seafood Set A menu, live-cut octopus.”
Jennifer uttered disdainfully, “Why is this dish so disgusting? Can we not have it?”
As a lady, although Jennifer usually enjoyed eating octopus, she didn't fancy watching someone cut open a live
octopus in front of her, let alone eat it afterward.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOn the other hand, Donald's interest was piqued. He said to Hardy, “Where did you hire this chef? He looks so
serious as if he has a deep grudge against octopuses.”
Hardy chuckled in response, revealing an awkward yet not impolite smile. Brat, enjoy your moment for now. You'll
be in tears later.
Hardy shot the chef a look, signaling the latter to get started.
The chef placed the live octopus on the chopping board, then raised the cleaver in his hand and efficiently chopped
off all eight legs of the octopus.
Although there wasn't any splattering of blood, the squirming octopus still frightened Jennifer, prompting her to
shriek repeatedly.
When the chef thought the couple was focused on the octopus, he abruptly thrust the cleaver in his hand toward
Donald's chest.
“Be careful, Darling!” Jennifer cried out in shock, but it was too late for her to stop the incoming attack.
The two were in too close proximity. The chef could even feel his blade touching the towel on Donald's body.
Right when the chef thought he had succeeded, an eerie smile spread across Donald's face the next second.
The chef's heart sank. Shit. This is bad. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but it was obviously too late to stop.
Donald moved swiftly, gently tapping the side of the cleaver with his right hand while slightly tilting his body to the
side.
The sharp end of the cleaver narrowly grazed the towel on Donald's body, stabbing directly into the wooden board
of the chair.
Due to inertia, the chef lunged forward involuntarily.
At that precise moment, Donald delivered a powerful uppercut to the chef's jaw.
The chef didn't even have time to react before he was struck by Donald and passed out on the floor.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSensing the situation turning south, Hardy immediately took out a gun from under the dining cart and aimed it at
Donald, ready to pull the trigger.
Unfortunately, a gun couldn't cover the short distance between them as fast as a knife.
Donald pulled out the cleaver from the chair. The blade glinted, and Hardy instantly felt his right arm going numb
and weak.
“Quick! Cripple this guy and take the woman away!”
The few seconds of confrontation had caused Hardy to realize Donald was no ordinary person.
The two chefs standing beside the cart rushed forward and flanked Donald at the same time.
They were dressed in chef's uniforms, but their real identities were Diego's top hitmen.
With years of experience fighting in the streets under their belts, they knew the cleaver in Donald's hand wasn't
lethal. As long as they could apprehend Donald while taking a hit, their mission could be considered complete.
However, to their surprise, Donald maneuvered the cleaver with graceful dexterity.
It turned out Donald was the deadly foe they should be fearful of. He swung the cleaver while moving backward,
not giving the two men a chance to get close.