Food Bucket, Social Butterfly

Eastsea City, within a Black Hand Clan stronghold.

This was a secret space hidden underground, covering an area as large as a football field. Its internal passageways extended in every direction, with neatly arranged rooms for every purpose. The lighting was dim, and a faint black mist lingered in the air year-round. The atmosphere was fully dialed up—any outsider who came here would definitely mistake it for some Evil Soul Master lair at first glance.

Inside one spacious lounge, however, the scene was especially absurd.

When others hid in secret strongholds, they either meditated and cultivated or stood guard on watch, maintaining a tense and solemn atmosphere.

Tang Wulin alone refused to take the usual route. From beginning to end, all he did was eat.

The table was piled high with all sorts of high-grade Soul Beast meat, refined nutrient cakes, and premium Soul Power fruits, heaped up like a small mountain. Tang Wulin buried his head and devoured it all, his hands moving at an outrageously fast pace while his mouth never stopped. The sounds of chewing rose and fell as he swept through the food like a whirlwind, eating with tremendous gusto.

He was clearly slender, delicate-featured, fair-skinned and soft-looking, with looks so absurdly good that at first glance, he resembled a frail little girl. Anyone seeing him for the first time would think he looked ridiculously easy to bully.

Yet who could have imagined that this guy's appetite had already become so outrageous it broke through the heavens? He was unquestionably at the very top of the eating world.

Watching this from the side, Psychedelic Black Hand's eyelid twitched wildly. He truly could not take it any longer and could not help voicing his complaint.

His tone was full of helplessness and disbelief. "Kid, are you a