"Why aren't you sitting down?"
Fang Mo smiled as he looked at Zebra in the distance. "Are you naturally allergic to sitting down while eating?"
"Yeah."
To everyone's surprise, Zebra actually admitted it with a dark expression. "What, got a problem with that?"
"Well damn, you want to eat while standing."
Fang Mo didn't give him a hard time. Instead, he gave him a thumbs-up in praise. "Impressive. Since that's the case, I'll take away your chair. Otherwise, just looking at it would probably annoy you..."
With that, Fang Mo raised a hand and flicked it.
The white plastic chair beside him vanished at once.
"So what the hell was the old man thinking?"
Zebra glanced at Fang Mo, his expression incredibly complicated. He gritted his teeth in hatred, yet seemed helpless at the same time. In the end, he turned to Toriko. "Where the hell did this guy come from? Why hadn't I heard anything about him when I was still active?"
"I have no idea either. I only know he came from a very distant country."
Toriko helplessly spread his hands. "But the old man Ichiryu seems pretty close to him. Otherwise, there's no way he'd let him mess around like this..."
"The old man must have kept indulging his nonsense until he got completely full of himself."
As Zebra spoke, he casually wiped the blood from his face. "Forget it. I really can't beat him right now, so I'll put up with his arrogance for a while longer. Once I get stronger, I'll punish this bastard properly. For now, I'll eat something first... By the way, isn't the food ready yet?"
"It should be soon, right?"
Toriko scratched his head subconsciously. "Komatsu cooks pretty fast, after all..."
Just as they were talking, the doors were suddenly pushed