Hot chunks of meat fell into the withered stomach.
The hidden effects of Courage- boosting foods are now fully unleashed!
An extremely violent and scorching Warm Current, like a steam engine furnace that had been reignited, suddenly exploded from the depths of Charles's abdomen, radiating wildly throughout his limbs and bones!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Charles's heart began to beat rapidly, and the powerful pumping sensation immediately replaced the dullness and weakness typical of the elderly.
The scalding blood rushed against the inelastic blood vessel walls at an unprecedented speed, flowing upstream like a flood and heading straight for the cerebral cortex!
He felt the joint pain that had tormented him for years being completely burned away at this moment, and his temples throbbed.
A youthful vigor and a strong desire to conquer, worn down by the years for over thirty years, surged up uncontrollably from the depths of his bones!
Whew!
Charles suddenly opened his eyes, his previously dull whites now filled with excited bloodshot veins, and he leaned forward like a cheetah.
Due to the excessive force of his movements, the sterling silver fork slipped from his hand and crashed heavily onto the edge of the bone china plate in front of him with a clang!
A crisp, ear-piercing metallic clang suddenly rang out in the quiet private room!
The two bodyguards in the back row, who were as still as statues, were startled by this sudden commotion.
Driven by professional instinct, the bald bodyguard on the left tensed up, his thigh muscles bulged, and he took a big step forward!
His thick arm swiftly reached down, his five fingers forming claws, and gripped the edge of the holster inside his suit jacket.
His thumb had already touched the metal latch of the Glock pistol.
If Charles showed any reaction to the poisoning or displayed even the slightest pain, the bodyguard would draw his gun within 0.5 seconds and drive two 9mm hollow-point bullets into Su Wei's forehead!
In this deadlock filled with an overwhelming sense of impending death.
Su Wei, sitting on the wooden stool, didn't even flinch.
He waited; he knew his Courage had taken effect.
He brought to those who needed it most the Courage that he had longed for as a young person.
"Back off! Who the hell gave you permission to move?!"
A powerful shout suddenly rang out.
Charles suddenly raised his left hand, forcefully spreading his five fingers in mid-air, making an extremely stern gesture of restraint to the bodyguards behind him.
The bald bodyguard froze in mid-air, only able to slowly remove his hand from the holster and retreat back into the shadows.
Charles's chest heaved as he gasped for breath in the pine-scented air that filled the box.
The surging heat in his stomach continued to ferment, frantically stimulating his depleted dopamine glands.
Upon taking the first bite, he wondered if something special had been added to the dish.
But soon, that special feeling...
It was definitely not something that any drug he knew could provide.
This is a special, pure delicacy.
It only brings a frenzy for the food itself.
This dish was unlike anything Charles had ever tasted before!
It carries emotion! It carries what he has longed for for decades, what he has lost for decades!
He lowered his head, staring intently at the black stone slab in front of him that was still emitting a faint warmth.
Then, he suddenly looked up and stared at Su Wei with an almost greedy gaze.
This completely overturned his decades-long understanding!
He spends millions of dollars every year hiring top doctors and tasting various medicinal diets to delay aging.
Nothing else can produce such immediate, soul-reshaping physical feedback!
This wild and violent dish ignited a real polar fire within him.
It not only burned away the fatigue of more than ten hours of flight, but even gave him an absurd impulse.
He wanted to grab a shotgun right now and rush into the freezing cold to personally smash the head of a wild beast!
He felt his heart reviving!
The waiters standing beside the food carts were trembling violently and uncontrollably.
They watched as the tycoon, who had entered with a stiff and calm demeanor, suddenly erupted into an extremely aggressive and excited state, so frightening that they almost stopped breathing.
This is a completely different species from the refined diners they usually serve, who hold wine glasses and speak softly!
Chef Laurent secretly broke out in a cold sweat, his fingernails digging almost deep into the flesh of his palms.
He had personally witnessed how Charles's seemingly impenetrable psychological defenses were completely shattered in just three seconds.
Laurent had heard of Charles's difficult nature; he would smash a glass on the spot if the appetizer sauce was two degrees out of temperature, bringing the entire million-dollar dinner to a standstill.
But now?
This Seattle tyrant was breathing heavily without any regard for decorum, completely disregarding even the most basic French table manners.
Laurent turned to look at Su Wei, who was still sitting calmly on the high stool, and a strange feeling welled up inside him.
He had initially held a sliver of condescension from this wild hunter, a feeling often associated with a star chef, but now that pride had been utterly crushed.
This young man is not only a skilled hunter, but also an excellent cook!
Huff... Huff...
Charles's breathing finally calmed down a bit after the intense stimulation.
He suddenly stretched out his withered hand, grabbed a white napkin folded into the shape of a swan from the side of the table, and vigorously wiped away a drop of grease that had spilled from his lips.
Immediately afterwards, he carelessly tossed the expensive napkin onto the carpet like trash.
He gripped the silver fork tighter again.
Thirty years have passed...
Charles pressed the tip of his fork against the table and down hard, the sharp tines scraping against the solid wood surface, producing a teeth-grinding clicking sound.
"For the past thirty years, whether it's in the penthouse club in Tokyo's Ginza that's only open to royalty, or in the castle of those self-important Michelin- starred old men in Paris... every dish served to me has been carefully and obsequiously trying to please me!"
Charles's knuckles contracted repeatedly from gripping the fork too tightly.
The veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and the surging vitality in his veins made him look like a resurrected old lion.
"They cooked the meat beautifully, cut it tenderly, and stewed it until it was mushy, as if they were afraid of hurting my old bones. They practically wanted to chew it for me and stuff it down my throat!"
Charles suddenly straightened up, staring directly at Su Wei, his eyes blazing with intense, fervent interest.
"But this piece of meat you gave me is rebelling!!"
"It struggled in my mouth, declaring war on me with its muscle fibers and primal wildness!"
Charles's voice was hoarse, yet it conveyed an unparalleled sense of exhilaration.
"This was the last vestige of the will of that four-hundred-kilogram beast before its death! And I, Charles, tore its will to shreds and swallowed it whole, along with its power!"
Without waiting for anyone's response, Charles poked the fork at the stone slab again.
He roughly grabbed two pieces of meat, along with the pine needles underneath, and frantically stuffed them into his mouth to chew.
"Continue! Bring out the main course!"
Charles chewed rapidly, a little juice spilling from the corner of his mouth, and then slammed his hand on the table to give the order.
" Su Wei, your Cooking have shocked me! This is the kind of food a true wild beast should prepare!"
Charles pointed at Su Wei with his fork, his eyes revealing a morbid fanaticism.
"I'm going to eat this bear whole! And you, you have to tell me exactly where every piece of flesh from this beast came from, how it struggled, and how you gutted it!"
As this tyrannical command fell, the air in the private room boiled over once more.
Su Wei nodded slightly, remaining calm.
He slowly stood up from the wooden stool and quietly pushed it back into its original position.
Laurent felt a surge of excitement, as if his blood was boiling.
He strode toward the second heavy-duty dining car, which had been standing silently to the side.
There, a 60-liter commercial pressure cooker filled with Wilderness Consommé the fields was radiating an astonishing, restrained, extreme heat, supported by a heavy pressure relief valve.
Charles gripped the sterling silver spoon tightly, leaning forward dramatically, the veins on his neck bulging.
His eyes, which had been rekindled with the flame of life, were now completely and utterly locked onto the edge of the pressure cooker that was about to be opened, awaiting the baptism of a new round of storms.
Chapter 173 Divine Effects of Dietary Supplements: The Breath of Berserk!
The private room was extremely quiet.
Only faint sound effects could be heard from the hidden speakers.
Laurent immediately stepped forward.
He must cut Charles off from his excessive focus on the pressure cooker.