"...Brother Tiger, did you bring a sack?"
Faced with the leader of the Gourmet Association, Fang Mo appeared utterly calm. "What's wrong, Brother Tiger? Say something, Brother Tiger. Brother Tiger?"
"..."
The tall man opposite him said nothing, merely looking down at Fang Mo calmly.
Unlike Ichiryu's well-proportioned build, although Midora was also a disciple of Gourmet God Acacia, his physique was absurdly burly.
By Fang Mo's estimate,
the man alone stood nearly three meters tall.
The disparity brought by that size, coupled with the completely unrestrained aura he gave off, created a terrifying pressure that was almost suffocating.
As for his face... he looked somewhat younger than Ichiryu. However, unlike Ichiryu's kindness and gentleness, Midora's face was resolute and cold. Especially those black eyes devoid of any light, as though he had lost all interest in everything.
There were three scars above and below each of his eyes, signs of the Gourmet Demon within him manifesting externally. Besides that, he wore a black-and-purple training outfit, while his long black hair billowed behind him despite the absence of wind.
Honestly, the man's whole outfit was pretty outrageous.
Combined with that utterly ridiculous volume of hair, it even gave Fang Mo the impression of a darkened Super Saiyan.
"B-Bold!"
As soon as Fang Mo finished speaking, a lackey standing not far from Midora could not help but speak up. "How dare you insult Lord Midora, leader of our Gourmet Association? Are you looking to die?"
"Who are you?"
Fang Mo turned to glance at him.
"I am Don Slime, a member of the Gourmet Association's Sixth Branch!" the strange-looking fellow roared. "How dare you disrespect Lord Midora? I'll make you—"
"Almighty Push."
Before Don Slime could finish, Fang Mo casually waved a hand.
As white light flashed, a white streak suddenly