Picking a Fight for No Reason
They say that when Chinese people go crazy, they'll even try alien meat.
Why did that recipe sound so real?
Damn it!
Had the Chinese really eaten the claws of an "Armored Nightmare"?
"Doctor Li, you're quite the joker!"
The blonde woman laughed. She didn't believe a word of Li Bai's nonsense.
Something that important had been eaten?
Wouldn't he go to jail for that?
"With five thousand years of culinary civilization behind us, nothing is impossible!"
Li Bai spoke with a straight face as he spouted nonsense.
The recipe was real, but it was a cooking method for the Demon King Bixi from another world.
They still hadn't finished eating the body of that mountain-sized demon king. There were simply too many other ingredients to get through.
"..."
This Chinese man had to be crazy!
"Don't let me find out you're lying, or you'll regret ever being born."
The man behind Elisa pointed at Li Bai, then at his own eyes.
The meaning was clear: he had a sharp eye for detail, and lying would come at a heavy price.
One played the good cop and the other the bad cop. They were putting on a double act!
"Heh! One-on-one or all of you at once. Take your pick."
Li Bai picked up the empty Erguotou bottle that Yao Bing had drained and weighed it in his hand.
He looked ready to smash the bottom off the bottle at the slightest disagreement and turn it into a weapon right there.
In fact... most beer bottles didn't become sharp weapons when smashed like that. You'd be left with only a tiny bit of the neck in your hand—hardly enough to hurt someone, or even kill yourself with. You'd be better off using the whole