Genshin Impact: I, who only wanted to play badly, have become famous

"This is really chilling, my friend!" Tartaglia sighed, "You are opening a store in Liyue after all. This is a country of "contracts". How dare you charge such high prices?"

The waiter waved his hand, and the young men behind him immediately stood up and surrounded Tartaglia: "You mean, our high-priced dishes are a violation of the contract?"

"What are you doing? Do you want to fight?" Tartaglia spread his hands and said, "I'm telling the truth. Let alone breakfast, even if it's a full banquet, it wouldn't cost that much."

Everyone sneered, and the waiter sighed helplessly: "I thought a rich man came, but I didn't expect it to be a little Karami!"

"Anyway, this is how our store charges. If you are dissatisfied, you have to hold it in. In our store, you have to abide by our rules. Just pay up."

The waiter put away his previous politeness and started to act unscrupulously, as if he didn't care at all, as if he was determined to blackmail people to the end.

Tartaglia raised the corner of his mouth, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his legs steadily.

"If I report this to the officials of Liyue Harbor, guess how long it will take for them to come here and shut down your illegal shop."

The waiter threw the menu on the table with a look of disdain on his face: "Dear customer, you need evidence when speaking! If you can't afford the meal, don't come in to eat. You ate a lot and then told me you had no money, and you still accused me of being a scam. Even if the Qianyan Army came, they would first arrest you, a scoundrel who ate and ate for free."

"Today, you either pay the money or I'll cut off your legs to pay off the debt!"

The waiter was quite arrogant, as if he was the owner of the store at the moment.

Tartaglia looked around and saw that the group of young men had surrounded him. There was only a small space left for them, so it seemed that they had no intention of letting him leave.

Tartaglia suppressed her innocent smile and sneered, "Looks like there's no way to talk?"

"Then I have no choice but to contact my friends in Liyue Harbor. Bring me a pen and paper. If you are not afraid of trouble, let me write a letter and send it out. We can wait patiently."

After saying that, Tartaglia stood up. A young man behind him slapped Tartaglia on the head and shouted arrogantly, "Who the hell has time to play house with you here? I think you are looking for death, right?"

Tartaglia was slapped in the face for no apparent reason. He lay there with his head tilted for a long time before slowly glancing at the man.

A pair of cold and evil eyes made the young man sweat profusely and he couldn't help but step back.

"Come on! Since he can't pay, break his legs!"

This time, Tartaglia no longer spoke sweetly. He dodged the first thug who rushed towards him, and punched the thug in the abdomen with a vicious punch.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the thug's bile instantly spurted out of his mouth, and the whole person was blasted out by Tartaglia like a cannonball.

The waiter was clearly stunned for a moment, then he immediately shouted, "Come together! Don't let him get away!"

Tartaglia naturally had no intention of running away. He hid his Eye of God and chose to face the enemy head-on: "Although I am bullying the weak by fighting with you guys, but if I don't teach you a lesson, you really don't know where you are wrong."

A thug pounced on him from behind, but Dardalia dodged it by spinning around, and then held his head with his backhand, and knocked it hard on the table, causing his head to bleed on the spot and a piece of the table to be smashed.

Another thug swung a stick from the side. Tartaglia leaned back to avoid the stick, picked up a bench, and smashed it hard on the thug's head.

The bench was shattered to pieces, and the thug immediately lay on the ground, screaming and howling in pain.

Several thugs behind rushed over together, trying to suppress Tartaglia with their numbers, but Tartaglia was not panicked at all. He held down the table and threw it hard, causing all the thugs to trip and fall, becoming panic-stricken for a moment.

Tartaglia jumped over on the table, grabbed one of the men's arms, twisted it hard, and effortlessly threw him over his shoulder out of the store.

Another thug picked up a fishing net and wanted to catch Tartaglia, but Tartaglia stepped forward in an instant, grabbed his collar with his backhand, pressed him to the ground, snatched the fishing net and put it on his head, then gave him a flying kick and flipped him out.

The fishing net's pole also affected the other thugs, and the group of people were thrown into chaos and all fell to the ground.

The last thug hid in the diagonal corner of Tartaglia's blind spot, swung his stick and tried to launch a sneak attack, but Tartaglia dodged it by simply tilting his head. Instead, Tartaglia snatched the stick from him and hit him hard on the head, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

At this time, the chef hiding in the kitchen could no longer hold back, picked up a kitchen knife and rushed out to kill.

Tartaglia snorted coldly: "If you want to fight, I will fight with you, but if you want to use weapons, don't blame me for being merciless."

The chef was not afraid at all and threw the knife out directly: "Kid, die!"

The Eye of God hanging on Tartaglia's waist flickered slightly, and he used the elemental combat skill "Demon King Armament: Raging Tide".

"It's like a raging wave!"

Two cutting swords formed in Tartaglia's hands, ready to strike. Facing the kitchen knife flying towards him, he made a gorgeous spinning slash and easily cut it off.

"Flaws are fleeting!"

Tartaglia uses the elemental burst "Ultimate Technique: Water Light of Destruction" to perform a large-scale slash, causing a large amount of water damage to all nearby enemies and triggering "Broken Flow: Explosion".

A huge waterfall of water erupted in the room, and all the thugs were shaken and stumbled. They lay in a mess, covering their aching bodies and howling like ghosts.

The waiter wanted to hide under the table, but he was thrown out with the table and fell heavily in front of the counter. He wanted to break Tartaglia's leg, but his own leg was broken by the collapsed counter instead.

The chef's kitchen knife was knocked away, hovering in the air for a while, and landed accurately in front of him. The chef slumped on the ground, looking at the knife that fell between his legs, which was just a few centimeters away from cutting off his life, and immediately broke out in a sweat.

Tartaglia put away his elemental power, slowly walked up to them, and said mockingly, "You are only this lowly, yet you are trying to imitate others in running a shady business. Aren't you ashamed to tell others about this?"

"You! Who on earth are you..."

Tartaglia spread his hands and laughed: "What a joke! Would I tell you the truth that I am the executive officer of the Fatui?"

"You are the executive officer of the Fatui!"

"How did you know? Could it be that my extraordinary temperament allowed you to see it right away?"