The next morning, at dawn!
Buchiye Food Festival's food street was incredibly long, stretching across nearly the entire island. Food stalls of every kind lined the road, along with all manner of fruits and vegetables, strange and exotic in every imaginable form.
Beautiful women with the distinctive charm of foreign lands and distant islands passed by in an endless stream, adding no small amount of flavor to the food along the entire street.
At the very end of this long street, the stern-faced Wu Biao rubbed his stomach, his face filled with gravity.
This street was so long!
There were so many kinds of food that even standing here, he could smell all sorts of aromas washing over him.
A drop of saliva fell!
But Wu Biao could no longer be bothered to wipe it away. In this setting, with these scents and flavors...
This place...
Wu Biao's expression grew increasingly solemn. As he watched the endless stream of people around him, they seemed to be heading into another world. Soundless and utterly still, their features gradually blurred.
Finally, Wu Biao took a step forward. A glimmer appeared in his eyes, and his voice was filled with awe. "This... is the end of my dream! Even if I stuff myself to death here! In this life! I will have no regrets!!"
"..."
The surrounding Marines said nothing. With perfect tacit understanding, they took another two steps back. Looking at the bald head standing in the puddle of drool, every one of them wore a blank expression.
They no longer had the strength to complain.
It was just a food street. Was that much drool really necessary?!
"Colonel Wu Biao, we brought the money. You really don't need to be like this," Major Wall finally could not help saying. Right now,