"Hey! We have rules here. You have to eat everything you take. If you don't finish it, you'll be whipped once for every liang you leave!"
The cafeteria chef's brow immediately furrowed as he watched the big fellow carry off an entire basin of five-spice beef in sauce.
He didn't mind people eating the food he made. As a genuine chef, he was happy when diners ate more of his cooking; it was a form of recognition for him. But he also hated waste.
Having grown up poor, he knew how precious food was. So when he was transferred here from the Drunken Immortal Tower, he personally asked Hall Master Zhao Fengxue to establish this rule.
But now this big fellow had carried off an entire basin containing over a hundred jin of beef. This was no longer a question of waste-he was looking for trouble!
"Don't worry, you won't get a chance to whip me!"
With a chuckle, Wang Hao tucked the basin, weighing over a hundred jin, against his waist, freeing his right hand to pick up the large wooden bucket filled with chicken soup beside it.
Then he cheerfully headed for the nearest table.
He had finally found an organization that would feed him for the long haul and let him eat his fill, so naturally he wasn't going to hold back.
At the sight, not only were the Blood Wind Hall members waiting in line behind him stunned, but even Chef Li was dumbstruck.
"Taohong, go fetch my python whip!"
Once Chef Li recovered, his face darkened. He gave the order to Taohong, who was following behind him, then strode out. He was clearly furious.
Chef Li said nothing else. He simply sat down across the table from Wang Hao and quietly watched to see what trick Wang Hao was going to pull.
Taohong, who had fetched the python whip, stood behind Chef Li and curiously watched Wang Hao gorge himself.
Wang Hao merely glanced at Chef Li when he sat down opposite him, then ignored him and continued tearing into the beef in sauce. Every so often, he used the big iron ladle in the bucket to scoop up a generous helping of chicken soup and happily gulp it down.
Famished, Wang Hao ate with remarkable abandon and astonishing speed. In no time at all, he swallowed the entire basin of beef in sauce, weighing over a hundred jin.
He also drained the great bucket of chicken soup, not even sparing the chicken stewed in it. It all went into Wang Hao's belly.
Everyone in the cafeteria watched with their jaws hanging open. That was over a hundred jin of beef in sauce, and the great bucket of chicken soup also weighed over a hundred jin.
Yet it had all gone into his belly, and his belly had barely changed at all.
This defied science!
What happened next shocked them so much that their eyes nearly popped out of their heads.
After Wang Hao drank the last mouthful of chicken soup, he picked up the basin and bucket that had held the beef and soup and headed back to the serving area.
"Braised carp! Nice, I'll have this!"
Wang Hao looked around the serving area, then fixed his gaze on dozens of portions of braised carp, neatly arranged on several large iron trays. He found a plate and carefully used a spatula to lift one portion onto it.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, only to gasp again the next moment.
Wang Hao set the plate of braised carp some distance away, then tipped all the carp from the several large iron trays, dozens of portions in total, into his big wooden basin.
The young lady assassin behind him, who had wanted a portion of braised carp, stared blankly.
And he wasn't finished. Wang Hao then poured a large pot of thick beef soup into the bucket that had held the chicken soup.
Just like that, he carried the big basin and bucket back to his original table.
Chef Li stared blankly at the basin and bucket, both full once more. When he came to his senses, he gave Wang Hao a long look, rose, and instructed Taohong behind him, "Prepare some of the ingredients for tonight and bring them up. We'll replace the portion he ate."
He calculated the amount of food he cooked every time, making neither too much nor too little, precisely to prevent waste.
But now this freak had appeared and eaten enough food for a hundred people in one sitting. Naturally, Chef Li had to hurry and replace it, or some of the people in Blood Wind Hall would go hungry today.
Unfortunately, what Chef Li didn't know was that it wouldn't be just a few people going hungry today. Everyone would go hungry along with them, and no matter how hard he worked, he couldn't change that fact.
Because today, he had encountered an unprecedented foe-a super rice bucket with a cheat!
Chef Li was in despair, truly mired in despair!
He had clearly done his utmost, yet he still couldn't keep up with that fellow's eating speed. Not only had Wang Hao finished the lunch he had prepared, but he had also eaten every last bit of the food made with the ingredients for dinner.
That was two meals for several hundred people!
And just like that, it was gone!
"Ah! It feels great to be nine-tenths full!"
Patting his bulging belly, Wang Hao spoke with satisfaction.
Of course, he had deliberately made his belly bulge. Eating that much was shocking enough; if his stomach showed no unusual change, he would truly be a monster. He might even be sliced up for research.
Little Erha likewise had a greatly swollen belly and lay on the table whimpering, clearly stuffed again.
Thump!
Already exhausted in body and spirit, Chef Li heard Wang Hao say he was nine-tenths full, and his legs gave way. He fell to the floor.
Where had this monster come from?
The assassins who had come to the cafeteria for lunch stared dumbfounded at the serving area in shambles, then at Wang Hao sitting in the middle of it all. They exchanged glances, utterly speechless.
Was he a monster or something?
Smack!
Just as Wang Hao was comfortably rubbing his belly, a sheet of paper was suddenly flung onto the table before him. It carried a considerable amount of internal force, making the table shake when it landed.
"Thank you!"
Wang Hao had been fretting over whether to use Little Erha as a rag to wipe the grease from his hands. Seeing the paper before him, he picked it up and wiped the grease from his palms and the corners of his mouth, then politely thanked the person who had thrown it.
The thin man standing before Wang Hao watched him, the veins on his forehead throbbing. He completely forgot the speech he had just prepared.
The sight was simply too shocking. In all his years, this was the first time he had encountered anything so awkward.
A challenge letter he had hired a master calligrapher to write had been used as a rag. What a humiliation!
"Uh! Sorry, I didn't know this paper couldn't be used to wipe my mouth. I'm really sorry. I'll flatten it out for you!"
Seeing that the man's expression was off, Wang Hao glanced down and only then noticed the writing on the paper. Realizing something was wrong, he hurriedly unfolded and flattened it, then handed it back to the man.
After that, Wang Hao paid him no further attention. He picked up Little Erha, who was still whimpering, and prepared to go back and digest his meal.
"Stop right there!"
The thin man shouted, the veins on his forehead throbbing even harder as his face twisted.
"Something wrong?"
Wang Hao looked back in confusion, unable to understand what the fellow wanted.
It was just a sheet of paper. Did he really have to look so upset?
The thin man was about to toss the crumpled challenge letter to Wang Hao, but when he saw the grease stains on it, the corner of his eye twitched. He flung it to the floor and shouted, "Fight me to the death one month from now!"
With that, the thin man turned and left. He didn't want to stay here a moment longer.
He had made ample preparations before coming. Not only had he had a great calligrapher write a challenge letter in silver powder, but he had also prepared a speech full of swagger.
But after Wang Hao messed things up, the challenge letter was ruined, and he had forgotten the swaggering speech he had thought up.
So he could only wrap things up in this slapdash fashion!
"Wait, who are you? I don't even know you, and you want a fight to the death with me? Is there something wrong with your head?"
Wang Hao was utterly baffled. He had no idea what was going on.
He had only been in Blood Robe Tower for a day, and he had already run into something this inexplicable. What a trap!
The thin man, who had nearly reached the cafeteria doors, staggered at those words and almost fell. He turned back and glared viciously at Wang Hao. "Remember this: the man who takes your head a month from now is named Han Long!"
With that, the thin man, Han Long, flashed away, even using a qinggong Movement Method.
Having an opponent like this was far too humiliating!
"Hey! Even if your name was Han Snake, I still wouldn't know you!"
Wang Hao was still completely baffled. He had never heard of Han Long.
"Hey, do you know that lunatic?"
Wang Hao casually pulled over a black-clad man who was standing nearby and asked him. This was the fellow who had been the first to fight him with a curved blade at the training ground.
"He's the leader of our squad, an earth-grade assassin."
The black-clad man, whom Wang Hao had lifted entirely off the ground by his collar, didn't dare hide anything and hurriedly explained.
"Your leader? So he came to avenge you?"
Wang Hao raised an eyebrow, thoughtful. He had roughly figured out what the fellow called Han Long meant.
After all, he had only been in Blood Robe Tower for a day. If he had made any enemies, it could only have been during that incident at the training ground. The man had come to issue a challenge right afterward, so it was probably about that.
But...
"Competition in Blood Robe Tower is way too brutal! You end up fighting to the death at the drop of a hat."
Only now did Wang Hao truly see Blood Robe Tower's real side. He had already fought to the death once at the Martial Repository Pavilion, killing that brute, and now he had to do it again.
No wonder Blood Robe Tower could become the number one assassin organization under heaven. There was some reason for it.
"M-maybe!"
The black-clad man felt like crying but had no tears. Three of his ribs were still broken, and he was genuinely afraid that this vicious big fellow would get angry and beat him up again. If that happened, even if he didn't die, he would lose a layer of skin.
"9527, I was just looking for you! Do you know a fellow named Han Long?"
Just then, a cold, handsome god walked into the cafeteria with a long sword in his arms. It was Wang Hao's new leader, 9527.
Seeing the handsome god arrive, Wang Hao hurriedly tossed aside the black-clad man he was holding and ran over to ask.
"Call me leader!"
The cold, handsome god 9527 didn't answer Wang Hao's question. Instead, he corrected the way Wang Hao addressed him.
Although it was only a code name within the organization, not just anyone could use it, especially since Wang Hao was his direct subordinate.
"All right, Leader 9527!"
Wang Hao didn't put on airs. He readily went along and addressed him as leader.
"..."
The cold, handsome god 9527 stared fixedly at Wang Hao for quite a while before flicking a sheet of paper out of his sleeve. "This is information about Han Long. Bring his head back from the fight to the death one month from now. This is your first mission since joining Blood Robe Tower!"
With that, the cold, handsome god walked past Wang Hao toward Chef Li at the back of the cafeteria.
"Make him a grade-B medicinal meal every day, and do your best to meet his other requests."
Without waiting for Chef Li to react, the cold, handsome god flashed out of the cafeteria. He also took one of the few remaining roast chickens with him. Clearly, even a cold, handsome god wasn't above earthly needs.
Chef Li was utterly despondent. This one meal today had nearly pushed him to collapse, and now he would have to serve that fellow in the future-and do his best at it.
To them, it might only mean doing their best, but for him, it meant risking his life!
"I thought coming to Blood Wind Hall would be a cushy job, but I never expected it to be backbreaking work that would cost me my life!"
Chef Li regretted it so much his guts turned green. What had possessed him to agree to come here in the first place?
What a sin!