Seeing Mu Fan's left hand hovering in midair, the agent outside the door grinned, his face filled with indescribable delight.
"What, afraid of being poisoned to death?"
"Then don't eat."
The agent's tone was openly mocking.
He was more than happy to see Mu Fan hesitate like this. Setting up this kind of gamble for someone else felt incredibly satisfying.
Mu Fan raised his head and looked into the other man's taunting eyes, a faint curve appearing on his calm lips.
Then his left hand reached down directly, casually grabbing up the sticky Nutritional Meal and stuffing it into his mouth.
He chewed in great mouthfuls, his expression calm.
At that moment, Mu Fan carried the bold air of a hero tearing into meat beside a campfire.
There was not the slightest discomfort or dissatisfaction on his face.
The agent's eyes widened as he stared at Mu Fan in astonishment.
"You're not afraid..."
Mu Fan swallowed the food in one bite, then reached down for another handful. Hearing that, he looked up. "Why should I be afraid? Want to try some with me?"
Naturally, the agent had no idea that the wristwatch on Mu Fan's left hand had already quietly scanned the bowl of food.
Black could not see what the food looked like, but the instant scan had determined that it contained extremely high levels of energy and vitamins.
So, in Lord Black's opinion, this was a perfectly acceptable meal.
On this point, Mu Fan and Black were astonishingly aligned.
"You!" Anger flashed across the agent's face as he opened his mouth to curse.
"Me?" Mu Fan sneered, then violently flicked his left hand, which held a clump of sticky Nutritional Meal!
That clump of pale, gooey food flew precisely through the ventilation window and struck the agent in