Mu Fan had not noticed at all that someone beside him was already watching him.
There were a full three or four hundred people in the Banquet Hall. It was hard to make anyone notice a single person, yet Mu Fan had successfully done just that.
Silence filled Mu Fan's earpiece now. Black had stopped talking. As a strange intelligent life-form, it had no sense of shame, but through the hall's surveillance cameras, it had noticed that more than ten people were staring dumbfoundedly at that kid wolfing down food. The number even seemed to be spreading, because the empty plates to his right were piling up at a rate of two per minute. Most crucially, the person in question was still stuffing food into his mouth as if nothing had happened.
Those six plates of buttered bread were already gone. Now he had set his sights on the food called Song Gao. The buttered bread was still in his mouth, and the Song Gao would not fit, so everyone watched as the kid used his hand to tamp it down, forcibly cramming it in. At that moment, the onlookers were nearly breaking down inside.
Black had previously wanted to simulate the emotions of the person involved to experience Mu Fan's mental state. After collecting all the parameters, it discovered that the simulation program crashed at 60%... Its host's thick skin could not be replicated.
As a great intelligent life-form from a parallel universe, Black felt something called admiration for its host for the first time. At that moment, in the world of the PO Battle Network, the metallic silver sphere that was Black's virtual avatar was ricocheting around the combat room of 341 Base at supersonic speed.
"You're ruining Lord Black's image!"
"You're ruining the superbrain's prestige!"
"I need