"The 'taste' is a bit strange."
Although just finishing the night shift, Fu Qian wasn't overly worried about calorie issues, swallowing half of the arm in one gulp.
And, as it turned out, though a backup move, it was ultimately the last resort in a desperate situation.
If it hadn't been noticed, it might have become a thorny hidden danger.
Genuinely using authority as a bridge to secretly maneuver, securing an opportunity to seize a host for itself.
Unfortunately, it chose the wrong target.
Under the professional handling of the Abandonment King, even at the last moment, though there was a slight stress reaction, it still couldn't mount any decent resistance.
Continuing the impressions from previous tasks, during the final struggle of the "food," there emerged a remarkably complex fragrance, leaving an endless aftertaste.
The whole process didn't last long; very quickly, the hope of the superior being was thoroughly digested, welcoming insight.
