The Food God and several chefs from Shao Chaikun's big cafeteria gathered together:
"Is he still not confessing?"
"Should we resort to torture?"
"Don't be so cruel, sprinkle some cumin, that stuff burns wounds and causes intense pain."
"Should we also sprinkle some salt? It's super effective on wounds, right?"
"You fool, do ocean creatures fear salt?"
"Let's try it."
"Begin by pulling out his shrimp line."
The tortured General Xiatou, had his shrimp line pulled and screamed in fright.
They even said this tribe is cruel, with fish bones and spines everywhere, it's a fish-eating tribe.
You are the cruelest group of lunatics!
He rotated on the grill, screaming:
"I confess, I confess everything!"
In the Red House.
Ning Zheng was chatting with a sea race beauty full of exotic charm, showing a satisfied smile.
Not bad.
These little blacksmiths are becoming more self-sufficient.
