Eating Himself to Death

Hu Mang brought three alley leaders to the Hongmen Banquet: two ordinary alley leaders, one Naimi who had escaped earlier, and one Chen Xiaosan who was responsible for overturning the table.

Of course, he assigned this task to himself.

However, after seeing so many people, so many ships, and so many dangerous magical Law Artifact...

Chen Xiaosan finally realized that his second brother was not just a security captain.

He leveled up.

Captain of the Bodyguards!

That way of thinking isn't wrong.

Hu Mang wanted to pick up the person and leave, but clearly, Master Bao on the other side didn't think so.

According to the manager of the Wanshun Sea Hall, Master Bao booked the entire first floor of the best restaurant in the area.

We're just waiting to welcome Martial Hall Master back home.

However, Hu Mang's attention was not on the other side, but on the strange monks in the Palembang who wore yellow robes and preached in public.

"Are those the ones who have been drawn to the Saha Continent?"

The shopkeeper opposite him was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Yes, we call them Masters of Freedom."

"What scriptures did these masters preach?" Hu Mang asked again.

"According to them, they are referring to the Buddhist Sutra of Ease '."

Hu Mang narrowed his eyes, and as if sensing something, the yellow-robed monk who was giving alms to a local child on a sampan suddenly raised his head and smiled slightly at Hu Mang.

A peculiar fluctuation appeared in front of the Hu Mang.

The next moment, Hu Mang frowned, and a flash of Buddhist light appeared on his body, sweeping away the wave of energy.

However, when Hu Mang looked over again, he found that the strange monk opposite him had already lowered his head and seemed to have started chanting some scriptures that others could not understand.

Oh no, it's the Buddhist Sutra of Ease.

Soon, they arrived at what was said to be the best Tide Roast Pavilion in the area.

The building has eight floors. Half of it is a wooden pavilion built by Fujian and Guangdong Chinese, with carvings of intertwined coconut flowers; the other half uses red brick corridors from the native land, with pillars carved with local grass god patterns, blending Chinese and Western styles together.

That Master Bao booked the entire fourth floor.

When the group reached the fourth floor, a rich aroma wafted towards them.

"This is a coral shrimp roll, made with ingredients sourced from century-old coral and giant sea shrimp."

"This is nutmeg-smoked fish sashimi, made from thinly sliced flying fish from the ocean, lightly smoked with nutmeg and cloves, giving it a unique aroma."

"This is crispy fried snail, made with the best green-skinned snails..."

The waiter served the dishes while explaining their contents.

According to them, these ingredients come from the Nanyang islands, the deep sea, rainforests, volcanic valleys, and other places. They are cooked in Chinese and French styles, with foreign spices adding aroma, making them top-quality delicacies.

Chen Xiaosan was already drooling.

He decided to flip the table later.

You need to be full before you have the energy to flip the table, right?

It's best to finish all the food before lifting the lid, otherwise it's such a waste.

The Hu Mang remained calm, its eyes fixed on its nose, and its nose reflecting its inner thoughts.

The other three alley owners looked uneasy.

After all, the big water piper they were about to face was stronger than Boss Zheng in terms of sheer strength.

However, under the repeated urging of the manager of the Wanshun Sea Hall, he still picked up his chopsticks.

That Master Bao had a very strange habit: at every banquet he hosted, regardless of who arrived first or last, someone had to be eating.

Otherwise, it would be a great disrespect to him.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiaosan immediately perked up and began to eat voraciously, introducing the food to Hu Mang as he ate, entering a state of mind where not eating at a buffet would be a loss.

Hu Mang turned his head and looked towards the stairwell, where slightly heavy footsteps sounded.

He soon saw the legendary Master Bao.

Just like in the photo, he was an extremely robust fat man, nearly fifty years old, with a body like a mountain, broad shoulders and back, and a protruding belly that filled out his brocade shirt. When he sat down, his belly piled up in layers in front of his waist.

He had a large, round face with a waxy sheen. He looked smiling, but there was no trace of honesty in his eyes; instead, he had the cunning of an old fox.

He was supported by two female cultivators at the Golden Core stage on each side, and they walked over slowly.

Behind him followed Feng Haixiao, Basong, Along, all members of the Zheng Family Garden.

There were no signs of beatings or detention, but his eyes lit up when he saw Hu Mang.

"You are the Martial Hall Master, Heavenly Blood Python?"

Master Bao plopped down on the pear wood chair, which looked like it was about to explode at any moment.

"I am honored by Boss Zheng," Hu Mang nodded.

I invited you before, but unfortunately you didn't come.

Master Bao patted his chubby belly.

"It seems like Old Zheng is no longer capable. Are you interested in working for me? What he can give you, I can give you even more."

"He put you in charge of Zheng Family Garden; I'm putting you in charge of the entire Haishi."

Upon hearing this, everyone present changed their expressions, and Feng Haixiao even revealed a subtle expression, seemingly a mixture of envy and resentment.

"Zheng Family Garden is fine; I have no intention of seeking better employment elsewhere."

Hu Mang said calmly.

"If Master Bao is alright, I'll take him away now."

"Don't rush, don't rush, finish your meal before you leave, finish your meal before you leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Bao reached out and tore off a large piece of roast goose, then began to swallow it raw.

The fat man in front of me seemed to eat meat without spitting out the bones, and his eating style was even worse than that of the Old Third, a buffet enthusiast. He used both hands to tear and rip, smearing grease all over his face and hands, but he didn't care at all, only caring about stuffing it into his mouth.

Even Chen Xiaosan, who had planned to eat his money's worth before flipping the table, showed a surprised expression. "Isn't this your treat? Why are you eating so much?" However, the more he looked at the other party, the more surprised Old Third. He couldn't help but use his Divine Sense to transmit his thoughts to Hu Mang.

"Second brother, something's not right with this fat guy."

What's wrong with this?

Hu Mang also sensed that something was wrong.

There were no open or covert attacks, just a fat guy on the other side stuffing himself with food, which was definitely not right.

"This fat man has neither the aura of a living person nor the aura of a dead person. How come he feels similar to me?"

Similar to you, that's practically a living dead.

Gradually, even Feng Haixiao, who had witnessed the other party's eating habits, sensed something was amiss.

Because the other party ate exceptionally well this time.

The dishes on the table disappeared at a visible speed: roast goose, roast chicken, braised pork hock, braised pork knuckle, steamed whole fish. In the end, they weren't even chewed anymore; a whole fish was stuffed into their mouth and vanished.

Even the two female cultivators at the Golden Core stage sensed something was wrong and cautiously advised the other person to eat less and eat more slowly, but the other person's eyes were bloodshot and they wouldn't listen to their advice at all.

Its chubby belly was already pressing against the table, making the table rumble loudly.

Hu Mang's expression also changed. He instantly enveloped his opponent with his Heavenly Devil Field, absorbing the opponent's emotions and desires, and forcibly suppressing the opponent's appetite.

Although the exact situation is unknown, it seems that this Master Bao has developed bulimia, and his appetite is exceptionally terrifying.

Even with Hu Mang's Heavenly Devil Field suppressing him, the opponent still managed to grab a piece of beef on the table with difficulty, but Hu Mang's suppression slowed down his movements.

"Does your Wanshun Sea Hall have any doctors or anything like that? It would be best to hire one now."

Hu Mang spoke directly to the shopkeeper who was receiving him.

The shopkeeper suddenly realized what was happening and rushed out.

However, it was too late. Master Bao's eyes widened suddenly, a strange gurgling sound came from his throat, he reached up and covered his neck, his face turned from bluish-purple to ashen, and his body began to tremble violently.

Then, he fell backward like a collapsing mountain of flesh, crashing heavily to the ground. His belly bulged high, like a taut drum, and the blood vessels under his skin writhed like earthworms.

Master Bao's pupils dilated, his body twitched a few times, and then he stopped moving.

"You ate it to death!?"

Chen Xiaosan was dumbfounded. If he had known, he would have flipped the table earlier; that way, he might have saved a life.

"Master Python, something's not right!"

Naimi suddenly stood up, walked a few steps to the window, and saw a large number of people from the Wanshun Sea Hall outside, including many with powerful auras comparable to those of the Golden Core.

The two female cultivators at the Golden Core stage changed their expressions. Just as they were about to make a move, their bodies trembled, as if a weight of ten thousand pounds was pressing down on them.

On their shoulders, an illusory small mountain had appeared without their knowledge. Even though it was only the first level of the "Five Sacred Mountains Bearing Gang Method"—the One Sacred Mountain Bears Gang Bearing the Dipper—it was not something an ordinary Golden Core cultivator could withstand.

The two women used all their magical Law Power to resist the sudden "mountain power," and were covered in sweat, unable to move, and unable to even call out.

"Check it out, see if someone has poisoned it?" Hu Mang said calmly, his hands resting on the two women.

The other two alleyway owners immediately reacted, checking the other person's eyelids, pulse, and even taking a blood test.

"It shouldn't be poisonous, right? I ate what he ate too," Chen Xiaosan said with a look of horror.

I hope he wasn't poisoned too.

"There is absolutely no sign of poisoning."

Naimi even squatted down, put Master Bao's bloody water into her mouth, and then shook her head.

"If there's no poison, then it must be Jiangtou," Hu Mang took a deep breath, knowing that the real work was about to begin.

The head of the Wanshun Sea Hall, a Datuk from several Nanyang countries, and one of the Nanyang overlords, Master Bao, died right in front of him.

On the bright side, I should pay with my life for the other party.

If things go awry, the entire Zheng Family Garden will have to pay with their lives for the other side.

"You've been locked up for so long, what do you know? Has this pig encountered any enemies or troubles it can't handle lately?"

Hu Mang looked at the people he was about to take away, his gaze focusing on Feng Haixiao. According to his intelligence, this guy wasn't as honest as he seemed, and this might be a scheme he and Master Bao had orchestrated.

Feng Haixiao said with a wry smile, "Aside from eating, drinking, and relieving myself, I basically have no personal freedom. How would I know what might happen?"

Hu Mang's gaze fell on the remaining two Golden Core female cultivators. His pupils seemed to possess some kind of attraction, carrying a sinister intent. The two Golden Core female cultivators, who were still struggling to hold on, could not resist it and immediately lost their focus.

"Did you two prepare the materials for Jiangtou on outsiders?"

"I don't know, I didn't do it."

I didn't do that.

"What's your relationship with this Master Bao...?"

Under the watchful gaze of the Hu Mang, the two women said everything they could and couldn't say.