The meal was quite good, and Death even ate herself to death once.
With A'San's food as the benchmark, Death was utterly stunned when she tried the hotpot lamb. She kept shoveling food into her mouth, and since she had no prior experience with eating, she ended up overeating herself to death, suffering massive gastrointestinal bleeding.
But it did not matter. Dying and coming back to life was as commonplace to Death as eating and drinking. She immediately resurrected beside the table, re-formed a human body, and continued stuffing herself.
Death had tasted human cuisine and experienced one of the greatest pleasures of human life, so she was quite satisfied.
Having personally witnessed Death's abilities, Zheng Xian had gained something. He had also learned some concept-level intelligence that Deathstroke had provided during the meal, so he was quite satisfied as well.
Su Ming had mooched a meal and had a whole group of people drinking, relaxing, and making merry with him. He could hardly call that a loss, could he? Naturally, he was satisfied too.
Sometimes, money really could buy happiness and create a win-win situation.
The meal lasted more than three hours. Myriad Man could really drink. Su Ming suspected he had gathered the drinking capacity of the entire nation into himself. It truly was an incredible ability.
Su Ming liked people like that. Fighting prowess at the drinking table was still fighting prowess.
Clearly, Myriad Man's five-brother fusion was the strongest fighter, yet Soldier One was the most favored, simply because the latter wore a uniform patterned after the national flag and carried a red five-star shield.
To persuade Old Zheng to value Myriad Man's talents, Deathstroke told them the story of Xiao He chasing Han Xin under the moonlight. He even pulled an ancient painting from his