Spread the Word: The Vicious Demon God Abuses a Five-Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Has Starved for Years

"You don't even have the strength to hold chopsticks anymore."

Fang Mo spoke calmly, as if merely stating a fact. "And you still fantasize about the whole family sitting down to eat together again?"

"..."

Hearing this, Ichiryu fell silent as well.

As he fell silent, an indescribable aura began to spread rapidly, pressing down upon the entire island like a towering mountain.

"Actually, I had already gathered a great deal of information about you before you arrived."

Before long, Ichiryu spoke again, though his tone was now far more serious. "But it seems I still underestimated how much you know. You're probably working with those Gourmet Nobles, aren't you? Or perhaps... you're that person's contingency plan?"

"That person? Who?"

Fang Mo casually picked up a small pastry and popped it into his mouth, asking leisurely, "Midora? Sorry, but I'm not with the Gourmet Association..."

"Of course I'm not talking about Midora."

Ichiryu frowned deeply. "We're both intelligent people. Isn't it a little too late to start playing dumb now?"

"I'm not playing dumb."

Fang Mo spread his hands. "If I wanted to play dumb, why would I lay all this out? Wouldn't it be better to disguise myself as an ordinary Gourmet Hunter and eat voraciously?"

"..."

Hearing Fang Mo's explanation, Ichiryu fell silent again. After a long while, he finally continued, "All I want to know is who you are and what your purpose is. But it seems you won't honestly explain yourself. In that case..."

"Why don't we have a fight?"

Before Ichiryu could finish, Fang Mo abruptly put down his chopsticks. "The winner gets to make any request, and the loser must agree to it. How about that?"

"Uh... are you sure?"

Honestly, Ichiryu was rather stunned by this.

"Obviously. What else?"

Fang Mo said bluntly,