[Gourmet]'s shop looked like a massive kitchen connected directly to a stove.
It had not seemed so bad outside, but once they entered the shop, an extremely indescribable, complex smell drifted faintly from the stove.
If he had to describe it... it was like Herring Can mixed with durian, simmered over high heat for an hour, then blended with rotten stinking meat and tons of spoiled Bananas, all cooked down into this lingering stench.
—Bai Zhi could describe it so clearly because he had tried making a Biochemical Weapon using that recipe as a child. Relying on that weapon of mass destruction, he had dominated his corner of the world at a young age and become a bona fide village tyrant.
...It was basically the same principle as a broom dipped in shit being unbeatable under heaven.
Although the smell wafting from the pot differed slightly from what he remembered, it was not far off. Especially when the Pig Head Man opened his mouth, an intense raw-meat stink somehow invaded their nostrils, bringing gastric acid surging up from their stomachs.
Bai Zhi was doing relatively well. Having witnessed the power of his own Biochemical Weapon, he had instinctively held his breath the moment he entered the shop. Lin He, following behind him, was having a far worse time, covering his mouth with a pale face as he dry-heaved repeatedly.
If it had merely been a rotten, fishy stench, it would have been tolerable. But mixed with the sweet fragrance of banana, it became even more nauseating, to the point that their heads faintly began to ache.
"Where is the customer who entered your shop earlier?"
Bai Zhi casually pulled a mask from his Inventory and tossed it to Lin He, then looked up at the towering Pig Head Man before