Marathon 20 Kilometers Supply Point.
The morning sun shone down as crowds gathered here. The aroma of barbecue drifted through the air like an invisible hand, drawing in every passerby. More and more people stopped to watch.
If Evergreen Liquid had not arranged security personnel in advance, the crowd would have broken through the barricade long ago.
After all, this was a young sow raised on Tiger Perch Mountain, a place rich in spiritual energy. It normally ate food infused with spiritual energy, and being in its juvenile stage, when it was still storing fat, its meat was all the more delicious.
Even without seasoning, this meat would taste astonishingly good after being lightly rinsed in hot water.
What was more, the barbecue chefs hired by Evergreen Liquid had marinated it first, then grilled it from Early Morning until now.
The adults nearby kept swallowing, unable to resist such temptation. Yet constrained by the security guards and their own basic decency, they could only watch from afar.
Many children, on the other hand, smelled the enticing aroma but could not eat any. They were driven to tears by their cravings, wailing at the top of their lungs.
But their parents could not get any either, much less the children.
Some children could no longer take it and unleashed their usual tricks, throwing tantrums and rolling around. The more troublesome ones lay on the ground, slapped the pavement, and burst into loud sobs.
Their cries were shrill and urgent, like sharp blades scraping against everyone's ears, making people increasingly irritated.
One Auntie could not bear to see her grandson suffer. She raised her voice and shouted, "My grandson is only three! He's still a child!"
Similar cries rose one after another.
Yet the security personnel remained completely unmoved. Many of them