Afternoon.
The spacious living room was like a sauna, shrouded in smoke.
The rolling heat waves mixed with intense meat aroma and grease filled every inch of the space.
The floor was littered with torn vacuum-packaging bags, scattered empty cans, and large sticky patches of bloodstains and food debris.
It was as if just after a savage gluttonous feast, the scene was tragic and unbearable to behold.
And in the center of this messy dump, there stood a naked, strong figure amidst the swirling mist, making dull chewing sounds.
Crunch, crunch—
In the silent room, the heart-pounding noise kept echoing, like a grinder smashing through hard beast bones.
Finally, after finishing off the last spiced pig's trotter, Fang Cheng's chewing motion came to a halt.
The hunger that nearly devoured his sanity receded like a tide, leaving only a slight bulge in his stomach wall.
"Phew—"
Fang Cheng exhaled a long breath of foul air.
