Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1118 - Chapter 1118 Chapter 1090 One Hot Pot Two Different Moods

Chapter 1118: Chapter 1090: One Hot Pot, Two Different Moods (Five Updates for Monthly Votes) Chapter 1118: Chapter 1090: One Hot Pot, Two Different Moods (Five Updates for Monthly Votes) “Beautiful Lady, release!” Mario Yuno commanded, and Beautiful Lady obediently let go, sitting up straight and proper.

The bad guy that Beautiful Lady had bitten tried to flee with a limp, but Mario Yuno caught him by the neck and dragged him back, kicking him onto the car. His face pressed against the car deformed as Kiara sat inside, watching steadily with an untroubled gaze.

“What did you just say to my daughter-in-law?” Mario Yuno asked coldly as he held the man down, his face pressing against the car in a difficult plea.

“Elder brother! I was wrong! We were just drunk, no other ill intentions, ah!”

Claiming no ill intentions was simply trying to deceive ghosts.

Turning towards Kiara, Mario Yuno said, “Daughter-in-law, close your eyes.”

What followed was indescribable, and surely the beautiful daughter-in-law shouldn’t see too much of it!

Kiara, not wanting to upset herself since she only enjoyed looking at beautiful things, promptly removed her glasses. This way, everything she saw was blurred and vague, yet she would not miss the sight of her husband standing up for her.

The time that followed was Mario Yuno’s to beat up the gangsters. By the time Kiara carefully polished her glasses with her cleaning cloth until they shone, Mario Yuno had already finished the fight. All those hoodlums were beaten up beyond recognition, stripped of their clothes and taken away to freeze. Once they woke up, they would have to maintain an indescribable posture as they walked a long distance back to their village.

Picking on anyone but to run into Mario Yuno’s gun barrel, and attempting to bully his daughter-in-law under his watchful eye, it would be a wonder if they weren’t beaten to a pulp.

Driving into the City District, only then did Mario Yuno take the clothes of those thugs from the trunk and throw them into the trash can.

Baron witnessed this scene with much reflection.

When Mario Yuno got back into the car, he said seriously,

“One, you seem to have changed.”

“How have I changed?”

“You’re too merciful. You should eradicate such bad people root and stem.” Just now, Baron could have crippled one of the thugs while fighting, but when he was about to kick, One had stopped him for a moment.

That caused his attack to fail.

Baron didn’t understand. Mario Yuno clearly could have crippled all of them, but instead, he only let them suffer some flesh wounds. This was not quite the same as the dominating God of War from years past.

“Everyone will pay the price for their actions. Their crimes do not merit death, a lesson is enough,” he said.

When Mario Yuno was younger, he was more heavy-handed than now, but as he grew older and gained more control, he became more cautious.

Upon hearing him say this, Kiara’s hand lightly touched the jade bracelet he had given her.

This bracelet had been with her for many years, playing a vital role especially when her Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder flared up, helping her control her emotions.

Initially, she truly disliked Mario Yuno’s set of principles, but over the years of living together, she had been influenced by him somewhat. Throwing a punch was easy, but he always remembered that there is a measure to all things, to have the ability to exert or hold back with ease; this was why Kiara’s admiration for him grew.

Mario Yuno saw her touch the bracelet and guessed what she might be thinking. They exchanged a smile, a rare understanding between two people in life, and even rarer when that person is your husband.

This subtle happiness, however, was something that Baron could not understand.

He didn’t know what had changed Mario Yuno, what had dulled the sharpness about him, but Baron didn’t like this change, feeling that this wasn’t the One he knew.

Upon arriving at the Hot Pot Restaurant, Mario Yuno took them to Zeke Sean’s store’s VIP room that was always reserved for these childhood friends. Baron, having been in the Domestic Region for a while, had had Hot Pot before. He remembered Mario Yuno could handle spicy food and wanted to order a spicy Hot Pot, but Mario Yuno remembered that his daughter-in-law’s menstrual period was approaching.

“Let’s go with a Hot Pot, and bring a bottle of Moutai.”

“I’m sorry, Brother, but the Boss drank the last two bottles the day before yesterday… Would it be okay to serve you some Diageo instead?” The store manager, who personally greeted Mario Yuno, knew he was a VIP guest of the Boss and might even become the Boss’s Uncle in the future.

“None left?” said Mario Yuno, who had been looking forward to treating Baron to Moutai. He glanced at Kiara, wondering if they had any at home.

Kiara hadn’t expected such a coincidence; there had been a few bottles at home, but she had taken them for her Grandmaster’s birthday celebration a few days ago.

At this time of night, the liquor stores were likely closed. Kiara didn’t know the allusions associated with the liquor for Mario Yuno and Baron, but she could tell it seemed pretty important.

“I’ll go get some from a friend,” Kiara offered, wanting to call her friend.

Baron spoke up to stop her, “Don’t trouble yourself. Let’s drink something else. The meaning of a drink lies in the company, not the drink itself. It’s been so many years since I’ve seen One, I’m already very happy we could meet today.”

Mario Yuno felt a twinge of guilt, the reunion with his friend was slightly flawed.

But he knew Baron’s character; since he had said it wasn’t necessary, it would actually be worse if Kiara made a big fuss about it. So, he gave Kiara a look, and she sat down, taking no action.

The traditional copper pot arrived, one half fiery red, the other clear broth; the distinction stark. Baron stared at the pot, lost in thought, feeling more and more that he and One were people from two different worlds. As he watched, the steam fogged his Glasses slightly, moistening his eyes.

“Eat up, why just look? Our cuisine is profound and of long-standing, both intricate and sophisticated with dishes full of depth and a communal Hot Pot that is casual but also comforting. Baron, do you remember the time we survived in the Wilderness, using our helmets to cook that hodgepodge?”

Mario Yuno reminisced while adding ingredients to the pot.

“Yes, that was delicious. Sometimes I miss that taste. But ever since I left my Workplace Organisation, I’ve never tasted anything that good again. Even our Home has become unstable…”

Baron trailed off, his sentiment was filled with melancholy.

With that, Kiara guessed a bit of the context.

Baron’s home was abroad, probably recently in turmoil. For such a top talent like Baron to leave, he must have accumulated enough disappointment.

Considering this, the reunion between Baron and Mario Yuno had its joys of reconnection but also carried contrasting sorrows.

In the Domestic Region, the citizens were living and working in contentment with increasing prosperity. Mario Yuno could always feel the honor of serving his country.

However, the situation in Baron’s land was not optimistic. Upheaval made service difficult, leaving no choice but to wander. Seeing Mario Yuno deepened his sorrow.

Back in the day, he and Mario Yuno had stayed at the same training camp, both driven by the pursuit of honor. Yet, years later, their fates had diverged, much like the Hot Pot in front of them. Though still part of one pot, it had its divisions–a symbolic split of flavors and fates.

The atmosphere thickened subtly.

Kiara, sensing the mood, spoke up at the right moment, feigning ignorance as she asked Mario Yuno.