As powerful warriors, they all had enormous appetites.
As powerful demigods, these demigod-level warriors possessed appetites comparable to Magic Beasts.
And when twenty peak demigods gathered together, the deadly part was that they all carried ogre blood. Each was normally a bottomless pit; eating and drinking had become an indispensable pleasure in their lives. When their appetites piled together, it turned into a disaster.
The dining manager of the Golden Mountain Hotel cautiously approached the ashen-faced Ximen Feng and handed her a bill.
"Esteemed miss, your guests have already eaten one mutated blue whale beast, seven one-horned rock bulls, twenty-nine thorn-horned woolly sheep, three hundred bluefin tuna, one hundred and fifty-nine golden-shelled giant lobsters, and countless other foods. Are you certain you wish to continue serving dishes?" As this dining manager—a top intelligence operative holding the rank of colonel in the Dragon Mountain Empire Military Intelligence Department—spoke these words, even his heart could not help but twitch a few times.
In the luxurious dining hall before them, twenty hulking men nearly three meters tall, with waistlines over four and a half meters around, were struggling to sit on specially made giant sofas. Beneath their thin, translucent milky-white skin lay thick, tender, springy layers of trembling, quivering pure-white fat. They tore huge mouthfuls from the mountain-like heaps of food before them.
Boss Fat Bear fluttered about like a cheerful little butterfly, nimbly shifting his plump body of more than six hundred jin. Carrying massive wine vats, he enthusiastically poured drinks for the twenty fat men. The fat men grunted happily, repeatedly lifting head-sized cups and pouring strong liquor into their mouths. At the same time, they laughed and shouted, while the flesh all over their bodies bounced lightly, producing crisp pap pap sounds.
Ximen Feng's face darkened wave after wave. She