Elderly Medusa
Night had deepened, and the weather was pleasantly cool. Usually, plenty of people would come outside to enjoy the evening breeze at this hour. But with public safety so poor lately, no one dared venture out after dark, and even the shops closed early.
Inside an apartment on the sixth floor of Jiayi Residential Area, the sharp-featured, rat-faced middle-aged man watched the slices of meat bobbing in the pot. His cheeks puffed in and out as he forced down his nausea.
Across from him, a bearded man ate with both hands, adding meat to the pot with one while scooping out cooked slices and shoving them into his mouth with the other. He wolfed it down with a savage expression, looking downright vicious as he ate.
Two large metal basins sat beside him, piled high with chunks of meat. Whenever he finished what was on his plate, he sliced some more from the pile.
"Women taste better. Men have tough skin and meat that gets stuck in your teeth!" The bearded man wiped the grease from his mouth and glanced at the middle-aged man. "You can't handle this? There are plenty of Cannibal Players in the Holy Sword Society. You can act like this in front of me, but make sure they never see you."
The middle-aged man hastily agreed and poured the bearded man another drink. "Brother Zhao, when do you think I can meet the other members of the Holy Sword Society? I handed over a Potion and a Player. That should mean I qualify, right?"
"The Holy Sword Society sent me to make contact with you, so they've already accepted you. But you still have to pass a test." Brother Zhao spoke smugly. "Our society isn't some ragtag outfit. We've just established a branch in