Chapter 393 - 392: Your Bones Are Too Brittle
"That was for Councilman Huang!"
The master’s legs were nearly giving out, having just been threatened, and now a formidable-looking person burst in and devoured the bread intended for someone important.
"Mine!" Su Mo protected the bread like a mother hen, hiding it behind her back.
The warriors standing behind her, fearing to anger her, gestured with their eyes to the master in front, who reluctantly moved aside.
Lu Chen, wearing a mask and a chef’s hat, carrying a tray of bread, headed toward the kitchen.
Su Mo’s eyes fixated on his hands, her eyes sparkling, "Cream!"
She followed the man into the kitchen, one after the other, and slammed the kitchen door shut behind her.
The few left outside exchanged glances, but made no move, knowing the kitchen was a dead end; they just had to wait outside until she finished killing someone or eating the cake and came out.
On a tablet one of them held, there was a live tracking of Su Mo’s movements.
As soon as the door closed, Lu Chen grabbed Su Mo’s hand and hoisted her onto the bread-making table, his tone cold and frightening, "Where have you been!"