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Chapter 2830: The Nightmare of Weirdness (End)(2/2)

As the last dish handed over by the last waiter was completely wiped out, Schiller put down the tableware.

The waiter smiled at him.

"Sorry, sir, we don't have enough raw materials and we can't provide you with any more food."

As he spoke, all the waiters came to the front and stood in a row. The chef also walked out of the back kitchen and stood in front of the chefs. The chef could only stand aside and watch them.

"We know that you are not full yet. This is our fault. There is no point in existence of a restaurant that cannot satisfy customers. We are extremely sorry for you."

"No need to be sorry." Schiller wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "Food means more than just filling the stomach. If there were no interference from some people, I believe I would taste the most perfect food here."

Everyone turned to look at the chef.

Then they slowly turned their heads and all showed the same smile to Schiller and said: "Thank you very much for your generosity, but the restaurant without ingredients can only close its shop and cannot continue to operate. Thank you all for coming.

goodbye."

They used the same movement to raise the knife between their necks.

Shit!

Blood splashed out, and everyone fell down almost at the same time, like black and white piano keys being pressed at the same time.

At the same time, the bustling diners sitting at the table fell one after another, some had knives inserted into their chests, and some had their necks slit, freezing in the last moment of their lives and deaths.

Schiller stood up, took off the napkin around his neck, and gently blew out the candle. He turned to look at the chef with a creepy look.

Just when the chef thought he was about to declare victory, Schiller suddenly looked away from his face and looked at Jerome opposite him.

"Do you still have an appetite?"

The meaning behind that nasty smile is self-evident.

Jerome smiled, picked up the pre-dinner wine and said, "The night has just begun."

Schiller took out another match, lit it and said, "I'm not a good cook, but I can find one. You're right, tonight is still very long."

The two of them turned to look at the chef at the same time, but the chef only saw hunger in their eyes.
Chapter completed!
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