There were cooks on the ship, but they did not quite dare to make a move.
Shi Tiexin picked up a cleaver and brought it down in one stroke. With a crack, he chopped off the entire shark head, and only then did the cooks feel reassured. More than an hour later, after all the inedible parts had been removed, the shark feast was served.
"Uncle Da, Chicken Bro, don't stand on ceremony. Try something fresh." Shi Tiexin sat broad and commanding, greeting everyone. "Sharks are cartilaginous fish. Aside from the spine, all their bones are soft cartilage. They're edible. Try everything you can eat."
"Uh... oh, alright." Wild Chicken was still somewhat unable to believe it.
He had heard of Wu Song beating a tiger, but he had thought it was nothing more than a romanticized tale, utterly impossible. Yet today, a living, breathing great shark had been beaten unconscious in the sea, dragged aboard, and then cruelly turned into fish soup and sliced fish.
Just look at that shark head, propped up in the middle with the expression of one who had died with eyes wide open.
Even dead, its ruthless features and terrifying teeth made one's entire body tremble. This apex predator of the ocean had just... been served at the table?
How had Black Venerable done it?
Looking at the man across from him, over two meters tall, and at the body like cast pig iron revealed after he took off his soaked jacket, Wild Chicken suddenly felt a sense of awe. This man was practically a war god come to life. It seemed the rumors of the Demon Claw snapping spines with one strike were not false—if anything, they had been understated.
At the gang level, who could possibly withstand such a war god?
Uncle