My Harem Will Help Me Get My Revenge-Chapter 75: [ - - 67] - Literally Face Slap

Chapter - 67

The candlelight that was lit between the two of them flickered gently. The clinking of cutlery, and the faint music of the piano playing made the entire restaurant feel like it was floating in some faraway peaceful world.

Lucius sat straight on his seat, sipping the expensive drink Elena had ordered for them. It was rich, warm, and with the kind of burn that tasted expensive.

And in that moment, for just one moment, things felt... normal between them.

It was peaceful.

But of course, peace can’t last long in Lucius’s world.

Ting! Ting! Ting!

The sudden sound of a spoon striking a glass echoed through the restaurant.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! May I have your unwanted attention please!"

Lucius’s lips twitched hearing the loud, dramatic voice filled with smugness.

"Grab your kebabs, shove yourself silent with them, and walk the hell out of here!"

"I have a date to interrupt."

And with that every head in the restaurant turned.

Lucius and Elena turned to look at him as well.

And there, at the front entrance of the restaurant stood a man with a huge, round belly, bouncing with every breath of his. The man was dressed in a long white coat that looked one size too small for his round football-like body.

He had a big white cowboy cap that sat like a pancake on his head. His arms were wide open like he was greeting long-lost relatives. And behind him, three armed men in black suits stood silently, holding guns in their hands.

[Master, I have a hunch that guy is going to find you for trouble. Why are you such a trouble magnet?]

’Why am I a trouble magnet? I didn’t even choose this place,’ Lucius retorted as he felt hurt by the system’s accusations.

[Indeed, but I know one thing for sure. This man is going to be trouble for you]

And with the system’s assertion, Lucius just stared at the fat man.

Even the restaurant was dead silent. No one moved, just looked at the fat man.

BANG!

Since no one moved, one of the men behind the fat guy fired a shot straight into the ceiling.

And that was when panic exploded like fireworks.

Screams filled the restaurant as chairs crashed and dishes shattered. People jumped from their seats and ran, ducking under tables, dropping their food, grabbing their children. Even the pianist dove off his stool and crawled under the piano.

But Elena and Lucius stayed still, and Lucius sighed deeply.

He turned back to look at Elena, who had a frown on her face, still sitting in her chair, and her eyes narrowed.

"I swear," he said calmly, "I can’t get a single meal in peace these days."

She looked at him, confused, nervous, "Lucius, Look..."

"I don’t know who that walking meatball is," Luicius interrupted her, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeve, "but something tells me he is here for me."

Elena opened her mouth to speak again, but Lucius was already standing up.

"I am sorry," he said to her sincerely, "I really hoped tonight would be normal. But guess whenever we meet, trouble follows us."

Elena reached for him, trying to say something, but Lucius gave her a small smile, "Don’t worry. I will handle it."

And then, without fear, without panic, Lucius turned on his heel and walked straight toward the fat man and his goons.

He clapped slowly as he walked, a mocking grin on his lips.

"Well, well," he said loudly, voice full of fake cheer, "I don’t know who you are, Mister Tandoori Delight, but I gotta say... You made a great entrance."

The fat man raised an eyebrow as he looked at Lucius.

"Very classy," Lucius continued, "Threatening innocent people, scaring kids, ruining my date... It’s a bold strategy. But, next time, how about you wait until dessert?"

The fat man just blinked at him in confusion.

Lucius stopped a few feet away, "Look, I am guessing you are here for me. So why don’t we settle this outside, shall we?"

But by the time Lucius reached him, the fat man ignored him, and instead, he walked past Lucius like he was an insignificant little bug.

Lucius frowned, "Hey! Where do you think you are going? I am right here."

But the fat man kept walking, and stopped right in front of Elena’s table.

Lucius turned around, stunned, watching as the man suddenly softened his face, tilted his head, and spoke with a strange, gentle voice.

"How are you, dear?"

His voice was syrupy sweet, and Elena just looked at him, not at all surprised.

[Oh My God! The meatball knows your date. Is he going to steal your date right under your nose?]

Lucius scratched his head, suddenly unsure of what was happening.

The fat man stood with his back to Lucius, his round shoulders hunched forward like a shy schoolgirl. His large hands were pressed against his chest dramatically, and his lips curled into a pout, he acted hurt.

"Elenaaa..." he spoke in a whimper, drawing out her name like a bad opera singer, "You are out on a date? With someone else? And here I was... thinking we had something special."

But Elena didn’t even flinch. She sat back in her chair, crossed her arms, and replied flatly, "We... We have nothing that you are dreaming of, Rauf."

"Rauf?" Lucius repeated the name under his breath, watching from a distance.

[Name: Rauf Bin Mustafa]

[Species: Human]

[Wealth: Filthy Rich]

[Father: Mustafa Bin Faheem – One of the wealthiest tycoons in the city]

[Goal: Marry Elena. Eat snacks. Repeat.]

"Come now, Elena," Rauf said, placing one hand over his enormous chest and tilting his head in a mock-romantic pose, "You know how serious I am about you. I have sent you flowers every day for the past 2 years. Imported ones! The good kind. Not those cheap roadside weeds."

Elena rolled her eyes, "You can ask my maid for them. I am sure she loves them."

Rauf gasped dramatically, "That’s hurtful! I even gifted you a necklace from the Dubai Elite Collection!"

"I sold it," Elena replied coolly, "Used the money to sponsor some vaccines for rabies dogs. I am sure they must be thankful as well."

Rauf looked like he was about to faint.

Lucius, watching all this from a distance, blinked, "She really doesn’t like him," he muttered to himself.

[And yet you are just standing there like a tree. Your date is being hijacked by a balloon in a tuxedo. You won’t do anything without any incentive?]

"Incentive?"

[System Update: NEW QUEST UNLOCKED – "Slap That Lard!"]

[Quest Objective: Face-slap the fat man named Rauf.]

[Quest Duration: 60 minutes]

[Rewards:

2000 System Points

500 Lust Points

1 Lottery Spin

1 All Poison Potion

1 Instant Regeneration Potion

Potential bonus reward if you do it with a bang.]

Lucius narrowed his eyes. That list of rewards was... tempting to say the least.

Very tempting.

He took one step forward.

[Don’t be the background character on your own date night, master. Time to shine.]

Lucius chuckled, his grin growing. There were too many rewards on the table to ignore. And besides, the guy was asking for it.

He marched forward towards the two of them.

Rauf was still busy rambling. "You deserve a man who can give you everything! A life of luxury. Diamonds. Five-star vacations. Gourmet lamb biryani..."

"I hate lamb," Elena muttered.

"I will force myself to hate it with you!" Rauf said, throwing his arms.

But then suddenly, Rauf stopped talking. He felt an arm wrapping casually around his shoulder.

Slowly and awkwardly, his neck turned sideways and then up, only to see that idiot from before standing right next to him, grinning like a devil with a secret.

"How are you doing, cupcake?" Lucius said.

The three bodyguards reacted instantly. Guns were raised, clicking menacingly. One of them even stepped forward.

But Rauf with a wave of his hand stopped the 3 of them.

He then sized up Lucius from top to bottom, "What. Do. You. Think. You are doing?" Rauf hissed.

Lucius tilted his head slightly, his hand still resting on Rauf’s shoulder, "Just getting friendly with the guy who ruined my dinner," he said.

He leaned in a little closer, eyes gleaming, "Also," he added with a smirk, "you have been talking too much, fatty."

SLAP!

A sharp, echoing sound rang out across the half-empty restaurant.

Lucius’s palm struck Rauf’s right cheek so hard that his round face jiggled like pudding in an earthquake.

The guards who were ready for any possibility were just too shocked to even react.

Elena’s eyes widened as she instinctively stood up.

Rauf’s lips trembled. His glasses slid halfway off his nose.

[System Notification: QUEST COMPLETED – "Slap That Lard!"]

[Quest Rewards:

2000 System Points

500 Lust Points

1 Lottery Spin

1 All Poison Potion

1 Instant Regeneration Potion]

[You were not suppose to literally hit him in the face, Master. Haven’t you heard of face-slapping? Making them lose face?]

[But I suppose we can let it go for a case of misunderstanding]

[And you did manage to do it with a BANG! Your Bonus award is loading soon]

Lucius pulled his hand back and looked at his palm as if inspecting his form.

"Nice bounce, Man... You are really strong," he said, "It felt like punching a water bed."

Rauf stumbled back a step, clutching his cheek. He looked like he wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

Lucius stepped forward, placing himself between Rauf and Elena.

"Next time," he said quietly, pointing at his other cheek, "You interrupt my date again... I will make you Mahatma Gandhi."

He turned to Elena, extended a hand like a gentleman, and smiled.

"Shall we, my lady?"

Elena, who was shell-shocked at that moment, looked at Lucius, then towards his extended arm.

Then, she finally smiled. A real smile, and took his hand.

As the two walked past the stunned guards and the stunned Rauf, the fat man’s voice finally returned.

"Y... You will regret this! My father... He is powerful! Richer than God!"

Lucius didn’t even look back.

"That’s nice. Tell him to bring some lamb next time."

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