Chapter 78: The Boardroom Face-Slap

Rick stood in the quiet, completely devastated dining room of the Golden Spatula, as he looked at the weeping, broken restaurant owner, entirely unbothered by the arrogant threat of the corrupt inspector who had just stormed out to his car, because the absolute fool had no idea he had just actively courted death.

He casually pulled his phone from the pocket of his plain black hoodie, as he effortlessly tapped the screen to dial his favorite, fully submissive food critic, completely ready to turn this pathetic corruption into a massive, highly entertaining public spectacle.

"Master?" Lexi answered on the very first ring, her voice sounding incredibly soft and entirely devoted, since the system’s culinary magic had completely addicted her to his raw alpha dominance.

"Grab your streaming gimbal and get dressed, critic," Rick commanded lazily, his deep voice carrying a heavy, undeniable authority, as he walked out of the restaurant and swung his long leg over his matte-carbon Ducati. "Turn your live stream on and meet me at the Michelin Regional Headquarters downtown in exactly twenty minutes. We are going hunting."

"Yes, Master! I am leaving right now!" Lexi replied breathlessly, her heart hammering violently in her chest, as she practically dropped her phone to rush to her wardrobe, completely thrilled to be summoned by him.

Twenty minutes later, Rick casually kicked the heavy kickstand of his thirty-million-dollar hyper-bike down, parking it directly on the pristine curb right outside the massive, towering glass building of the Regional Michelin Board.

Lexi had already arrived in her expensive Porsche, as she practically ran across the pavement to meet him, wearing an incredibly tight, deeply restrictive red pencil skirt that perfectly hugged her massive, wide hips and a low-cut white blouse that heavily exposed her pale, heaving cleavage to the cool afternoon air.

She was holding her expensive streaming gimbal in her perfectly manicured hand, as she was already broadcasting live to tens of thousands of highly eager viewers, since her channel had absolutely exploded in popularity ever since she started hanging around the mysterious billionaire biker.

"I am here, Rick!" Lexi panted heavily, as she practically threw herself against his side, letting his large hand instinctively rest heavily onto her plump, skirt-clad ass cheek right in front of the live camera, completely abandoning all of her high-class professional dignity for his touch. "My chat is going completely crazy! What exactly are we doing at the Michelin Headquarters?"

Rick let out a dark, highly villainous laugh, as he aggressively squeezed her soft flesh through the tight red fabric, making her let out a soft, highly explicit whine that immediately sent her live chat into an absolute frenzy.

"We are just taking out the trash," Rick stated coldly, his deadpan eyes looking up at the towering glass building, as he firmly grabbed Lexi by the waist and guided her directly through the revolving glass doors, completely ignoring the confused security guards who were too terrified by his suffocating, apex predator aura to even ask for his identification.

Meanwhile, Inspector Vance was lounging comfortably in a heavy leather chair, entirely treating the massive corporate office like his own personal playground, as he puffed aggressively on a premium Cuban cigar, blowing thick clouds of grey smoke into the air.

Sitting across from him at the heavy oak table was Regional Director Hayes, a fat, balding man wearing an incredibly expensive tailored suit, who was swirling a glass of vintage amber whisky with a greedy, highly arrogant smirk plastered across his greasy face.

"You really should have seen the look on that old chef’s face, Director!" Inspector Vance laughed maliciously, as he flicked his cigar ash directly onto the polished table, completely lacking any basic manners.

"He was practically weeping on his knees when I logged into my tablet and completely revoked his precious little star, simply because he was too poor to pay our administrative fee!"

"Excellent work, Vance," Director Hayes sneered lazily, taking a slow sip of his whisky, completely blinded by his own massive, unearned wealth, since he firmly believed they were untouchable gods who ruled the entire culinary realm.

"These pathetic restaurant owners need to be constantly reminded that their entire livelihoods depend strictly on our generosity, because without our stars, they are absolutely nothing but common cooks."

"But the absolute best part," Vance continued enthusiastically, his grating voice echoing loudly in the quiet boardroom, "Was that some ignorant street punk in a cheap black hoodie tried to act like a tough guy and completely disrespect me right in the middle of the restaurant!"

"A street rat dared to disrespect a Regional Inspector?!" Director Hayes scoffed loudly, as he shook his head in pure, unfiltered disgust, entirely failing to see the massive shadow of Mount Tai looming right outside their doors.

"Yes! He actually told me to shut up!" Vance roared with arrogant laughter, puffing his chest out as he took another heavy drag of his cigar. "So I completely crushed the old man’s restaurant right in front of that hoodie-wearing trash, just to teach him exactly what absolute, heaven-defying power looks like in the real world!"

"Hahaha! I am sure that pathetic beggar practically pissed his pants when he realized he offended a true giant of the industry!" Hayes wheezed maliciously, as they both threw their heads back and laughed like absolute hyenas, completely unaware that a literal executioner was already walking down their hallway.

BOOM!

The deafening, explosive sound of heavy wood violently splintering completely shattered the arrogant laughter in the boardroom, as the massive, locked oak double doors were aggressively kicked entirely off their heavy steel hinges.

The heavy wooden doors flew violently through the air, crashing heavily onto the expensive imported carpet, as a terrifying, suffocating cloud of killing intent completely flooded into the luxurious office, instantly dropping the room’s temperature to freezing levels.

Rick casually stepped over the splintered wood, entirely wearing his plain black hoodie and faded dark jeans, with his hands slipped lazily into his pockets, completely radiating the dark, unstoppable aura of a literal god of death descending upon the mortal realm.

Right behind him, Lexi stepped nervously into the boardroom, as she held her streaming gimbal high, her ice-blue eyes widening in pure shock, completely broadcasting the entire chaotic intrusion to the fifty thousand live viewers currently screaming in her chat.

Inspector Vance instantly jumped to his feet, as his expensive Cuban cigar completely fell out of his slack jaw, his small, arrogant eyes widening to the absolute limits of human anatomy when he recognized the man who had just violently breached the highest executive floor.

"You?!"