That was it?
Chen Luo had thought Yu Guang would demand something impossible, like plucking a star or the moon from the sky.
In that case, sorry, but they would have to show him out. They really couldn't do that.
Then, on a dark and windy night, some sneaky bastard would murder him and take his stuff.
But a barbecue? How could they fail to deliver that?
I, Chen Luo, might be short on plenty of things, but food isn't one of them.
The Ordinary Members had only eaten the meat in his space a handful of times. Even now, they hadn't used up a twentieth of it. Not even close.
As it happened, he had stocked up on everything Yu Guang had named.
Wild Thunder sneered. "Even if we had it, why should we give it to you? Feeding a dead man would be a waste."
Silver Bell shook her head speechlessly too, then whispered, "Master, ignore him. I think there's something wrong with his head."
Wild Thunder meant to pocket his Crystal without giving him anything, but Yu Guang wasn't afraid in the slightest. "I never planned to leave here alive. Getting to slap you big shots in the face before I die is more than enough."
"I just wanted to teach you how to behave. You should learn some humility."
"Hahahaha-urk."
Yu Guang's wild laughter abruptly stopped. He had just witnessed something unbelievable.
With a disdainful smile, Chen Luo slapped things onto the table beside him, one after another.
There were all sorts of meat, including the pig's trotters, chicken wings, and prawns Yu Guang had mentioned.
Yu Guang rubbed his eyes, convinced he was hallucinating. How had they appeared out of thin air?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
Yu Guang hurried over and touched each item, his eyes