Chapter 1523: Older People Choose the Fighting Style That Suits Them Best
Who am I?
Where am I?
What happened?
In a corner of the banquet hall, Andek, the deputy commander of the ‘Freedom Army,’ fell into self-doubt.
He stared blankly at Jason, who was sitting across from him, whose hands created trails of afterimages, as if he had grown a thousand arms out of thin air, sending all the served food into his mouth.
That’s right.
Straight into his mouth.
No!
Not right!
More like being sucked into his mouth!That mouth seemed like a black hole, and any food that got close was sucked in and then disappeared without a trace.
Of course, this alone wasn’t enough to make Andek question his life.
What really made Andek doubt his life was that Jason not only ate fast but also ate a lot.
Is a mouth like a black hole terrifying?
No.
The truly terrifying thing is: this black-hole-like mouth is connected to what seems like a bottomless abyss of a stomach.
How much has Jason eaten already?
A thousand cans?
Or more?
More importantly, Jason is still eating.
And getting faster and faster.
Unconsciously, Andek’s hand was placed on his chest.
"How much stock do we have left?”
Andek squeezed the words through gritted teeth.
Lag made a pained expression beside him.
"Less than five hundred left.”
"What?”
"Less than five hundred left?”
"There were more than two thousand when we counted before, right?”
Andek’s eyes widened.
Could Jason have eaten over fifteen hundred on his own?
This, this…
For a moment, Andek lost the ability to speak.
"It’s a banquet today, Jason only ate part of it, about nine hundred or so.”
Lag obviously understood what Andek was thinking and immediately explained.
"Over six hundred?”
"Phew, thank goodness…”
Andek breathed a sigh of relief.
But before the sigh was fully exhaled, it got stuck in his throat.
Damn it!
Why am I feeling relieved and fortunate?
Is it just because Jason ate less than expected?
That’s over nine hundred cans!
Under normal circumstances, that could feed an elite squad for two years!
In the major district, with some saving and pairing with other foods, that’s an extra year’s ration!
And now?
It’s just one meal for Jason!
More importantly, he can’t stop it.
He was the one who let Jason eat as much as he wanted.
If time could go back two hours, he would definitely slap himself.
Serves you right for running your mouth.
Serves you right for showing off.
Would definitely slap both sides of his face roundly.
Whew!
Taking a deep breath, Andek turned to Lag and said, “I’m going for a smoke.”
He couldn’t stay there any longer.
If he stayed any longer, he’d have a heart attack!
It’s too hard.
With staggering steps, Andek walked out of the banquet hall.
Facing a vast army, he had never retreated.
Facing a situation of certain death, he had never regretted.
Facing numerous assassinations, Andek had always been calm and composed, but this time he regretted, he wanted to retreat.
He couldn’t face the situation in front of him calmly.
He fled.
"Hey, where did Andek go?”
"Isn’t he eating?”
"He looks like he’s not feeling well.”
Lauren Delder, with a chicken leg stuffed in his mouth, couldn’t help but ask as he watched Andek stagger away.
"Probably wants some solitude,” the ‘old man’ said knowingly, sipping the freshly brewed coffee with a smile.
He was just wondering why Jason had become so agreeable.
Split everything fifty-fifty with Andek right off the bat.
And even showed some unusual enthusiasm.
So that’s why!
The ‘old man’ watched Jason devour the food.
"Hiding it every day must be exhausting?”
"Then eat a bit more.”
The ‘old man’ muttered to himself.
As for stopping Jason?
What a joke.
Jason wasn’t eating for free; there was a payment involved.
Moreover, the ‘old man’ was someone who had truly experienced hunger.
He knew how terrifying hunger was.
How hard it was to endure.
When there’s nothing in your stomach, just stomach acid rising continuously, no strength in your body, your vision starts to blur, your breathing becomes shallow, and you’re powerless, just waiting for death. ȑ𝐚ＮŏᛒƐṠ
That kind of feeling.
Experiencing it once is enough.
It’s beyond torture.
It’s…
Despair.
The ‘old man’ closed his eyes, slowly exhaled a turbid breath, pulling himself back from his memories.
He looked at Jason again.
It was a look one would give to a younger generation.
Very gratified.
In the ‘Nightless City,’ there’s no saying that being able to eat is a blessing, but there is a saying, ‘Eat more to become stronger.’
"Take this to Jason,” the old man said, pointing at the roast chicken in front of him.
Roast chicken, in the ‘Nightless City,’ was definitely a top-tier delicacy.
Far surpassing canned food.
As one of the main characters of the banquet.
Jason, the ‘old man,’ and Lauren Delder were each given a roast chicken.
Jason’s roast chicken disappeared in one bite.
The ‘old man’s chicken remained untouched.
Lauren Delder was savoring a chicken leg, wishing to chew even the bone to bits.
"Hmm.”
Lauren Delder picked up the roast chicken in front of the old man and took it to Jason.
Eating, Jason had no time to speak, just nodded in acknowledgment.
Lauren Delder turned back to his seat.
After thinking for a moment, he tore the chicken leg off the chicken before him and handed it to the ‘old man.’
"Try it.”
Lauren Delder said, still gulping.
Compared to the ‘old man,’ who had long become a big shot, this was Lauren Delder’s first time eating roast chicken; the best he had eaten before was real meat canned food.