Give him three! Don't let people think Spirit Hall can't afford it!

The moment those words were spoken, the already bizarre atmosphere in the arena instantly plunged into an even more absurd abyss.

The muscles on Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others' faces began twitching uncontrollably in unison.

They had considered countless possibilities.

For example, this fallen Deity might be unable to endure the humiliation and explode in fury.

Or perhaps he intended to drag everyone down with him, staging a god's tragic swan song.

But they had never imagined it.

After working himself up for so long and summoning all the courage of his life, the former Sea God had actually shouted...

Such a request, so full of everyday mundanity and the bitterness of a working man.

Work injury?

Compensation?

Two chicken wings?

At that moment, even Bibi Dong, who had been watching the show with elegant composure, had a brief look of bewilderment in her captivating phoenix eyes.

Her exquisite red lips parted slightly, as though she wanted to say something, only to discover that her wisdom—enough to overturn the balance of the continent—seemed utterly feeble before the words "two chicken wings."

Everyone's brains briefly crashed from that sudden, godlike twist.

"Pfft..."

In the end, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was the first to lose it.

He simply could not connect the legend of a Deity with the grief-stricken fellow before him, who was arguing on principle over two chicken wings.

The contrast was too great.

So great that his sense of humor simply could not withstand it.

"W-What's so funny!"

The Sea God craned his neck, his face flushed crimson. He felt that the last scraps of his dignity had been ruthlessly trampled by that snicker.

"I worked for the restaurant and was attacked while on duty, suffering both mental and material losses!"

"Demanding compensation is only natural!"

He pointed