A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

The woman was startled by Ji Zuodao's sudden reaction and stammered:

"It was...it was that idiot...the boss said it. He...he stated the rules from the beginning: you have to eat once you come in, there are seven rounds in total, and you can leave after you finish eating...otherwise, you'll stay forever."

Ji Zuodao remained silent after hearing this.

The meat in my mouth suddenly didn't taste so good anymore.

Ji Zuodao's face visibly fell apart.

"Only seven rounds of food allowed?!"

He slammed the half-eaten pork chop he was holding onto the table with a loud "thud," splattering oil everywhere.

"Are you kidding me!"

He stood up abruptly, his face now completely overshadowed by a wicked, unruly air, pointing towards the kitchen and raising his voice eight octaves:

"I haven't even had my fill yet, and you're telling me it's limited? Only seven rounds? Who the hell are you trying to fool?!"

He got angrier and angrier as he spoke, as if he had encountered a dishonest merchant.

The dog next to him also showed the same displeasure on his face, and let out a low growl in his throat.

Ji Zuodao and Gouye exchanged a glance and instantly reached a consensus.

He swept all the food in front of him away like a whirlwind, not even leaving the oil on the plate, licking it so clean you could see your reflection in it.

Just as I finished the last bite, the kitchen curtain swayed again.

The pig-headed monster silently emerged, carrying seven new portions of food identical to the previous ones, ready to begin the next round of distribution.

However, its plate hadn't been placed on the table yet—

"Bang!"

Ji Zuodao slammed his hand heavily on the greasy table, making the dishes jump.

He raised his oil-stained face, which seemed to scream "nitpicking," and glared at the pig-headed monster.

"Wait! That's it?"

"Is this all you have? Are you feeding sparrows?"

Ji Zuodao imitated the tone of a street ruffian, tapping his fingers on the table with a loud thud.

"If the people at the next table saw this, they'd think I, Ji, couldn't afford it! Just a tiny plate for each person, not even enough to fill a tooth gap!"

"Don't you know the customer is king? Is this how you treat your customers?! Huh?!"

His outburst not only froze the pig-headed monster in place, but also caused a moment of confusion to appear in its murky eyes.

The four survivors next to them were terrified, their eyes wide open like saucers.

Looking at Ji Zuodao was like looking at a madman slamming his fist on the table and cursing at the King of Hell.

Brother! We know you're amazing, but aren't you going a little overboard?!

Is this a place where you can haggle?!

The pig-headed monster's chest heaved, and an even stronger aura of bloodlust and violence emanated from it.

It stared at Ji Zuodao, its deep voice strained from its throat, carrying suppressed anger:

"So... what do you want?"

Become!

A glint flashed in Ji Zuodao's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

Just as he guessed!

The rules of this pig-headed monster may include the rule that "the diners' reasonable requests for food must be met"!

At least in terms of "quantity", there is room for maneuver!

An ordinary person might use this rule to request a reduction, but Ji Zuodao...

"What do I want?"

Ji Zuodao revealed a wicked and greedy smile, his fingers slamming heavily on the table again, declaring each word clearly and distinctly:

"Give me more!"

He raised his hand and drew a large circle:

"Let's stop playing one game at a time, instead of dragging it out!"

"Just give me a whole pot!"

"One basin per person! Remember, one basin! A basin as big as a washbasin!"

The pig-headed monster gripped the edge of the plate with its short, stubby fingers, making a cracking sound, and its plump body trembled slightly beneath its apron.

For the first time, a violent rage clearly surged in those murky pig eyes.

It stared intently at Ji Zuodao, the hot breath from its nostrils almost carrying sparks.

After a long, suffocating silence.

"it is good."

A single word, seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, mixed with the taste of blood, was forced out.

The pig-headed monster stared intently at Ji Zuodao, its gaze seeming to want to devour him alive, before suddenly turning around and walking heavily back to the kitchen.

Soon, the sounds of flesh being torn apart and chopped, ten times more intense than before, came from behind the curtain like a storm!

Interspersed throughout were the pig-headed monster's suppressed, painful howls, like those of a wounded beast!

Ji Zuodao slowly sat back in his chair, picked up a greasy napkin, and leisurely wiped his mouth and hands.

On his face, that harmless, even slightly shy, smile reappeared.

It was as if the ruthless bandit who had just slammed the table, glared, and pointed at the monster's nose demanding "one basin per person" was not him at all.

The dog licked its lips, and its tail began to wag leisurely again, its eyes full of anticipation.

"Woof, that's more like it. When you're eating, you should eat to your heart's content."

The pig-headed monster walked out of the kitchen with a gloomy face, slamming several basins piled up like a small mountain onto the table, making the greasy dishes rattle loudly.

It was breathing heavily, its apron splattered with dark stains, and its murky pig eyes were fixed on Ji Zuodao.

What surged within was no longer just simple violence, but also the pain and resentment of having one's family fortune emptied.

Ji Zuodao pretended not to see it.

They've already given me their own flesh, what's this little bit of attitude? Ji Zuodao is a reasonable person.

The four survivors beside him had long since transitioned from initial fear and shock to numbness, and now to almost devout reverence.

They watched the man and the dog without changing their expressions, as if a whirlwind had swept away all traces of clouds.

The scariest thing is that belly—

Seeing his abdomen bulge like a ball, Ji Zuodao only needed to let out a long, satisfied burp, and his abdomen would visibly and quickly flatten out, which was truly amazing.

Finally, the seventh round of the "bowl feast" was also completely sold out.

The pig-headed monster dragged its seemingly heavy steps out of the kitchen, even its grunts sounding weak at the end.

It stared intently at Ji Zuodao, and through gritted teeth, mixed with the taste of blood and extreme exhaustion, it squeezed out each word, one by one:

"You... cleared the game."

"roll."

"Get the hell out of here now, immediately!"

The last word, "Get out," was almost roared out, carrying a complex mix of relief and heart-wrenching pain.

Upon hearing this, the four survivors felt as if they had heard heavenly music. Tears streamed down their faces, and their legs went weak as they tried to crawl towards the door.

"Wait a minute."

A clear, slightly mocking voice, not loud, but like an icicle, instantly froze everyone's movements.

Ji Zuodao slowly wiped his hands with the last greasy napkin, then looked up at the pig-headed monster.

"Boss, how can you run a business like this, not letting people eat and instead turning away customers?"

He tapped his fingers lightly on the gleaming tabletop—

The oil stains on it had long been licked clean by Dog.

"Your store rules...aren't they wrong? I'm not full yet."

A casual remark caused the temperature inside the restaurant to plummet.

The pig-headed monster's body stiffened abruptly, and it slowly turned its head.

It looked at Ji Zuodao, the last glimmer of reason in its pig eyes was dying out.

"Kid..."

Its voice was hoarse like a broken bellows, and its thick chest heaved violently.

"That's about right...."

"The rules... are like this. If you continue like this... it will be difficult for me."

"Difficult to handle?"

Ji Zuodao's lips curled into a wicked, extremely excited smile.

"This is difficult..."

He slowly stood up, stretched his neck, and his joints made a slight popping sound.

One hand rested casually on the greasy edge of the table, his body leaned slightly forward, and he slowly continued the second half of the sentence:

"Then let's not do it."

The moment the words fell—

"Splash—!!!!"

Ji Zuodao suddenly flicked his hand, which was resting on the edge of the table, upwards!

It's not pushing, it's not lifting, it's overturning!

The entire heavy wooden table, covered in years of grease, was easily lifted as if it were a piece of paper.

Carrying all the bowls and plates, it suddenly lifted off the ground and smashed towards the pig-headed monster and the kitchen!