At this moment, Wang Cheng was wolfing down food in a five-star hotel.
A whole table of exquisite dishes lay before him, all foods he had never eaten before.
"This is fucking delicious..."
He sighed inwardly and continued stuffing himself.
He picked up vegetables and fruit and crammed them into his mouth. They tasted sweet, crisp, and wonderfully fresh.
As he savored the food in his mouth, a tear suddenly slid down from the corner of his eye.
Only now did he finally understand that fruits and vegetables were not bitter. The bitterness he had tasted while scavenging through garbage before had been because the ingredients were already rotten...
Yet back then, he had even felt rather pleased with himself.
Pathetic!
It was truly pathetic!
Wang Cheng suddenly felt that he had once lived like a joke. Strands of resentment from within him surged up once more.
The other diners occasionally glanced at the boy eating alone. He had ordered an entire table of food for himself, crying one moment and laughing the next as he ate. He looked utterly strange.
But Wang Cheng did not care about their stares at all. He continued feasting, because after this meal, he did not know if there would be another.
The operation later would be extremely dangerous. He had long been prepared to die, so this was his "last meal."
A moment later, the communicator at his waist buzzed once.
Wang Cheng paused mid-bite and set down his bowl and chopsticks.
He picked up the white towel beside him and wiped his mouth, looking almost refined.
"The real feast is about to begin..."
He slowly rose to his feet. Pretending to head for the restroom, he secretly slipped into the kitchen.
He took out a tube of Zombie Virus and poured it