When Xiang Kun closed his eyes and the iron ball encased in tungsten steel had shrunk to the size of a volleyball, everyone on the rooftop seemed to hear a desperate cry, though not a sound had actually been made.
At the stairwell entrance, Yang Zhen'er grabbed Tang Baona by the arms, beaming with excitement. "The 'Mutated Boar' is dead, right? It is, right, Nana? Hehe, I knew it! What was it so smug about? It thought it couldn't be killed? Who did it think it was! There's no dish in this world Chef Xiang can't handle!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Xiang Kun opened his eyes and smiled at them.
Although he and Alice had completed the preliminary cognitive model test in the "Otherworld," taken full control of Otherworld No. 1's High-Dimensional Factor, and wandered around the "Otherworld," in the real world, the time between Xiang Kun closing his eyes and opening them again had been no longer than Yang Zhen'er's excited outburst.
"Uncle Xiang, you have hair!" Little Apple exclaimed.
"Xiang Kun, you've been asleep for ages!" Tang Baona greeted him with a smile.
"Chef Xiang! Nicely done!" Yang Zhen'er said, pumping a fist.
"Mr. Xiang, long time no see." Mr. Liang, floating in midair above the rooftop, opened his faceplate and smiled.
"Brother Xiang! That was so cool!" Yang Zhuo couldn't help shouting.
Liu Zhengyi wanted to say something too, but his nose started running as soon as he opened his mouth, so he gave up.
Xiang Kun greeted everyone, then finally looked at Xia Libing. She only nodded. "Plan complete?"
"Complete." Xiang Kun nodded too.
With that, he sprang straight up and leaped off the rooftop. Little Chubby Girl Liu Shiling, no longer chubby since she had just flown back, had already been shouting "Bald