bayedsolid Chapter 525: Two Sukuna? ? !
Chapter 525: Two Sukuna? ? !
"Who is the manager of this store? Come out here, quickly!"
A voice that sounded extremely arrogant suddenly floated in from the doorway.
I turned around and took a closer look, and found that there were two people standing at the door, and a large circle of people had cleared out around them.
The leader was a pink-haired man, fully two meters tall, probably around thirty years old.
He looked very tall and strong, with a strong physique. In such a cold January, he was only wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt with a leather jacket on top.
His arms and neck were covered with fierce-looking black lines, and his rare reddish-brown pupils were filled with picky dissatisfaction.
The man had a drink in his hand.
Behind him, there was a white-haired boy, probably only about ten years old, with a bob haircut, expressionless face, and an aura like frost all over his body.
Although it looks tough, this combination is not common.
Judging from the bossy tone of the leading man, he was probably here deliberately to cause trouble. He might even try to extort money from me by saying that the drinks in my shop are not tasty or something.
Although due to the serious aging population, these days there are fewer and fewer criminals who rely on their martial arts skills to ask businesses for protection fees.
But given how popular my store was right after it opened, and the business experience I gained from my parents when I was a child, it's not impossible that nearby competitors would become jealous and hire people to come and cause trouble.
Emmm... However, although I have said so much, when I saw these two people, the first thing that came to my mind was - they really gave people the feeling of Ryomen Sukuna and Satomi.
Even though the two look different from the Ryoumen Sukuna in the anime, their facial features, looks and figures are not exactly the same, but they give people a feeling that they are very similar.
Wait...if the prototypes of anime characters who are confirmed to be dead, such as Geto Suguru, Jyouji Fushiguro, and Yu Haibara, are actually still alive in real life, then Ryoumen Sukuna and Satomi are also people with prototypes in real life?
Wow, if it really is them, then according to the combat power arrangement in the comics... I'm going to die!
Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru and Shinobu Fushiguro are not here, and even if there are still Otsutsukotsu Yuta, Kujuku Yuki, Hyō Kinji and other sorcerers to support me, I still feel a little uneasy.
What should I do if a fight really breaks out and my store is reduced to ruins?
No, no, no, what if a fight really breaks out and I am reduced to ruins? What should I do then?
"Principal Yemo." I swallowed and didn't answer his question right away. Instead, I took two steps toward Principal Yemo, got close to him, and asked in a low voice, "Are those two standing at the door Ryoumen Sukuna and Satomi?"
God bless, God bless, please don’t let it be them!
I'm just an ordinary 20-year-old female college student. Since when did even my daily life become something that would only appear in high-risk comics?
"Ryomen Sukuna..." Principal Yega also turned around, his eyes fixed on that person, his brows furrowed.
He didn't answer my question. Instead, he seemed to be in a trance and muttered to himself, "He died 20 years ago... How could he be here?"
"I remember...he seemed to be..."
I didn't hear clearly what was said next.
But it’s good to be able to confirm that Ryomen Sukuna is dead.
Judging from Principal Ye Moth's tone, it seems that he has died a long time ago, 19 years ago. His body has probably rotted into a pile of bones.
Well, unless he is the reincarnation of Ryomen Sukuna who reappeared in this world, it is impossible that he is the same person.
As for how I was sure, it was very obvious. Just looking at this person's appearance, although he was a little fierce and handsome (really just a little), but with my eyes, no matter how hard I looked, I felt that he couldn't be my age.
At least he is an uncle-level figure.
As long as he is not Ryomen Sukuna, no matter how strong and powerful a man is, he is just a weak guy in my eyes.
Thinking of this, my self-confidence instantly returned.
"Principal, wait a minute. I'll go negotiate with him now."
I straightened my chest, walked out of the crowd with my head held high, nodded to the man, and said in full force, "Hello, I am the manager of this store. What can I do for you?"
"What's the matter?" He raised his eyelids, lowered his head and glanced at me, and said with a twitch of the corner of his mouth, "I just bought a portion of your new drink."
"These drinks are made in the kitchen with fresh ingredients." I asked politely with a business smile, "Do you have any questions?"
"What's the problem?" He retracted his gaze from me, moved his lips, and then sneered, saying, "The problem is that your drink tastes bad. It tastes bad, very bad, so bad that it can't be any worse."
"If you give it to a pig, it will become thin. If you give it to a dog, it will vomit it out," he said sarcastically. "And dogs even eat dog shit."
Okay, I'm sure this guy is here to cause trouble. If I don't give him money, he might even use violence to beat me.
The Miracle Drink Shop had only been online for three hours, and the sales of each cup had already exceeded fifty cups. How could the drink be as unpalatable as he said?
"Then please tell me..." I twisted my neck, put my hands together and started to stretch my muscles. As I stretched my muscles, I asked, "Which drink in our store was criticized by you as worse than pigs and dogs and worthless?"
"Humph, this is it." The boy behind him took a step forward, took out the menu in his hand, pointed at the handwritten words "Rose Herbal Drink" on it, and said in a cold tone, "Our adults only took a sip and showed an unforgettable painful expression. Shouldn't you apologize for this?"
I took a close look at the menu.
I remembered.
Two hours ago, because all the drinks on the menu were specially mixed by my mother and none of them were new products developed by me, I felt dissatisfied, so I wrote on one of the cards the most successful drink of all my products.
Later I was busy and forgot about it, so I don’t know where the menu was taken.
Later, someone in the queue actually ordered a drink that I mixed. I was so touched that I went back to the kitchen and made one for the other person for free.
Now that I think about it...it seems that the person queuing up is this young man.
"Our adults drank your drink and their faces turned green. Shouldn't you be held responsible for this?!" he said angrily, with his hands on his hips.
I:"……"
It turns out that they were not here to collect protection money. However, something a hundred times more terrifying than protection money was a complaint from a serious customer!