The Eater of Flesh Verdict Decided the Winner!

"The first traitor of the Supreme Culinary Secret Society is actually you..."

Karlheinz stared fixedly at Zhang Guangmu, his eyes seemingly devoid of warmth. "Unexpected, yet entirely within reason."

Keep pretending. Go on, pretend harder.

He knew very well that his current strength was certainly inferior to Zhang Guangmu's.

There were even many members of the Secret Society who were Title Chef Gods, and whose combat power far surpassed Karlheinz's current level.

But was combat ability alone what determined whether someone became a ruler or the ruled?

The answer was no.

Wisdom, charisma, courage, boldness, and even seemingly ethereal luck could all have a crucial influence.

Karlheinz understood this perfectly.

That was why the more critical the situation became, the calmer he remained. Every thought in his mind raced as he constantly analyzed and pondered, trying to find a way to reverse the situation.

In this high-pressure environment, Karlheinz was delighted.

Outsiders might have found it difficult to understand, but at this moment, he truly was not nervous in the slightest. Instead, he was enjoying himself.

Enjoying the contest against the strong and constantly pursuing the unknown—this was Karlheinz!

His strength was currently insufficient, yet he still put on an air of confidence and control. On one hand, he wanted to make Zhang Guangmu hesitate to act. On the other, he wanted the members of the Secret Society to retain their faith in him.

Karlheinz believed that many seemingly desperate situations could in fact be turned around through human effort.

If his individual combat power was insufficient, then he would borrow the momentum of others!

Maintaining an air of calm indifference, Karlheinz merely looked at the exquisite little sword in Zhang Guangmu's hand, which had transformed from a white chess piece. At the same time, he used the authority of