I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

Soon, after walking for about ten minutes, Tom saw two people stop in a rather lively little square.

By this time, a large number of people had gathered in the square, all facing a dessert and bakery.

"A good meeting place, bustling with people and a mixed bag."

"As long as you are careful enough, you won't be discovered."

Thinking of this, Tom smirked: "But unfortunately, you've run into me!"

After that, Tom focused intently on Evan and Ryan.

Then the two of them came into the crowd and kept asking the people around them about something.

Tom quickly used his memory to memorize the faces and names of these people.

"These are all suspects!"

While Tom was tracking Evan, another group was also tracking him.

The two people were hiding in the shadows of the house, dressed in fairly ordinary spring clothes.

He wore an ordinary jacket, ordinary work pants, and a felt hat on his head.

Upon seeing Ivan enter the crowd, both of them frowned simultaneously.

"Why is this guy here instead of investigating the mission given to him by the University of Michigan?" The speaker was a skinny young man who was leading the group.

The young man had pale skin, black eyes and hair, and half of his body was hidden in shadow; he was clearly a night owl in the moon's path.

He held a black umbrella in his hand, an essential tool for every owl when operating during the day.

The person with the night owl was a witcher.

This is a slender female witcher, who also carries two swords on her back.

However, these two swords were very small, only one-third the size of Hill's two swords.

The woman did not activate her demon hunter form, but stood in the shadows, observing Ivan's posture.

"Who knows what's going on in this guy's head? Maybe he's here with some other secret."

"Pay close attention to who he talked to."

Night Owl nodded: "Indeed, although this guy seems a bit reckless, he's definitely not someone to be trifled with for surviving this long."

"So we must be careful, we must strike decisively!"

At that moment, the witch calmly pulled a silver spike from her waist.

You can see that the spikes are quite sharp, and there are special inscriptions on them.

"Don't worry, the employer has already given us all his information and weaknesses."

"Once he enters that old house, he won't escape our grasp today!"

The two belong to an extraordinary mercenary organization.

Their current mission is to use this case as an opportunity to subdue and capture Ivan.

They didn't know who the employer was, but the employer provided them with quite detailed information.

The two quickly concluded that this was a reckless man with strong physical strength who had relied on his powerful drug resistance to get through.

As long as you don't give him a chance to take the potion, you can easily take him down instantly by taking advantage of his weakness of thirst for blood and copper transformation!

Neither of the two groups, one in the south and one in the north, had noticed the other's presence; all their attention was now focused on Ivan.

Everyone was very curious about what Evan's purpose was in coming here.

Under the watchful eyes of both groups, they desperately tried to find their target who was to meet Ivan here.

However, more than ten minutes passed, and although Ivan was having a pleasant conversation with these people, nothing seemed amiss.

Just when both groups felt that Evan had been hiding his true intentions well enough, a voice from the front called out, "Contestants, come to the stage!"

Then, under the watchful eyes of both groups, Evan took off his shirt, put his hands behind his back, and went on stage with a fat man who looked to weigh at least 200 pounds.

With a command given, the two men smashed their faces directly onto the stack of apple pies.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, Evan opened his unusually large mouth and swallowed the apple pies in large mouthfuls.

Then, after chewing it a couple of times, I swallowed it.

In less than ten seconds, Ivan had eaten ten apple pies, while the fat guy on the other side had only eaten six.

This immediately drew enthusiastic applause and shouts from the surrounding crowd.

A young man in a worn-out jacket looked utterly shocked: "I never imagined this skinny guy could eat so much! Where did his stomach go?"

A burly man beside him shouted, "Looks like Fat Jack has met his match today! Arkham from Bolton City could very well be this year's Apple Pie Eating Contest champion!"

A widow in her thirties standing next to the burly man covered her mouth in astonishment and exclaimed, "My God, how can this guy's mouth be so big?!"

Then the widow's eyes gleamed with longing: "What an intoxicating mouth! I wish he could swallow one of my breasts whole..."

At this moment, another woman interrupted with a laugh, "They wouldn't even look at you! I think you should just settle for Michael next door!"

……

Amidst the commotion of the crowd, Evan's esophagus appeared as if it were a bottomless pit, and his upper and lower jaws resembled an excavator as he continuously swallowed apple pies one after another.

The golden pie crust, thick jam, mixed with icing sugar and grease, was effortlessly rolled into his bottomless mouth.

A few minutes later, Evan had eaten three stacks of apple pie, while the fat man across from him had eaten less than two stacks.

You could see that the fat man was having trouble eating. His face was covered in various jams and grease, and he was swallowing much slower, coughing occasionally.

Evan seemed to have been starving for decades, still swallowing tirelessly.

Faced with such a huge gap, after about a minute, the fat man stood up and loudly declared that he had given up.

Then the host rushed forward and grabbed Ivan's hand, excitedly announcing, "I declare! This year's champion of the eating contest..."

Halfway through the conversation, the host realized he couldn't pull Ivan's hand.

Because at this moment, Ivan showed no joy or excitement at winning the championship; instead, he was still looking down and devouring the apple pie in front of him.

"Mr. Arkham, you've won. You don't need to eat anymore!"

Evan mumbled, "Winning or losing doesn't matter... Waaah... I came all this way... Waaah..."

"I want to challenge myself... sob... and break my personal record!"

The host wanted to lighten the mood, but when he turned around and saw that the supplier's boss looked pale, he hurriedly tried to lift Ivan's hand.

However, Ivan's hand was still incredibly strong, and he couldn't lift it no matter how hard he tried.

The host hurriedly called over two more people, one supporting his shoulders and the other choking him.

After struggling for more than ten seconds, Ivan, worried about hurting ordinary people, quickly swallowed the last three apple pies in one big bite before standing up on his own.

Completely ignoring the grease and jam on his face, he licked his lips with his nimble tongue and asked in a struggling voice.

"If you won't let me eat with my mouth, I can also show you how to eat with my butt!"

"This is my special skill! Just let me eat a few dozen more pieces! And I'll perform for you... Waaaaah..."

Ivan was speaking when the host quickly covered his mouth.

Although the boss behind him was heartbroken and his eyelids were twitching, the audience around him burst into laughter upon hearing this.

After all, they came here to watch the excitement, and now they've witnessed the birth of a new competitive eater.

This competitive eater even revealed his secret to eating with his buttocks, which immediately aroused great curiosity among the public.

However, no matter how much the public protested, the boss refused to continue.

After all, the core goal of these gimmicky competitions is to promote the brand and make money.

If we let this freak continue eating, we'll really lose big this time!

Standing in the crowd, Ryan couldn't help but cover his face, his heart filled with amazement.

"Master! Mr. Arkham... is this so-called important matter really just about participating in a competitive eating contest to freeload!?"

"My God... to eat, they have to perform eating with their buttocks..."

"What...what did I just hear?!"

Ryan was quite glad he hadn't witnessed that scene.

Otherwise, he even felt that his spiritual vision might increase a little.

Tom and the assassin duo, who had been tracking him all along with similar feelings, shared the same sentiment as Ryan.

Tom, who had disguised himself with two dollars and was leaning against the street in the distance, never imagined that Ivan had come here just to shamelessly have a full meal...

Finally, completely disregarding his pride, he even exposed his buttocks just to eat more apple pie...

"Fuck! What the hell was I just analyzing?!"

"With those two dollars in disguise, I could have done so many other things! Why did I choose to follow such an idiot!"

Tom's forehead veins bulged as he clenched his fists, and his eyes twitched incessantly.

Historically, there have been many instances where extraordinary individuals needed to consume large amounts of food due to their enhanced physical abilities.

One of the closest examples is their Captain Rudolph, whose powerful physique requires him to spend nearly three hours eating every day.

Later, in order to shorten the time, those previously delicious foods were gradually turned into various tasteless powders and pastes.

But extraordinary individuals still have their pride and dignity.

They may use their supernatural powers to influence and control ordinary people for their own benefit, desires, or personal vanity.

But this was the first time Tom had ever heard of it, and the first time he had ever seen it!

A dignified expert-level superhuman participates in a competitive eating contest just to fill his stomach.

They were declared the victors in the end, but just to eat a few more pies, they had to expose their butts and perform superhuman feats for ordinary people!

"Fuck! That damn bastard! That stupid guy!"

"Shit! This guy should go eat shit, you ignorant brute..."

At this moment, Tom unleashed a torrent of every curse word he could think of.

To follow this guy's eating contest, I not only wasted a whole hour of my time, but also incurred an extra two dollars in disguise costs!

"I was so stupid. The information they provided was already detailed enough."

"Why would I be so foolish as to think this guy has some other big, unspeakable secret!?"

Tom inwardly berated himself as he looked at the face on stage, covered in jam and grease, yet sporting an innocent smile…

Finally, he gritted his teeth, cursed, and turned to leave.

Similar to Tom's journey are the two assassins lurking in the shadows.

"How could this guy be so shameless!?" Night Owl, who always valued his reputation, covered his face, so embarrassed that his body swayed back and forth uncontrollably.

The female witcher standing nearby also looked quite grim: "Looks like we overestimated this idiot!"

"Ignoring important cases, they ran off to the completely opposite east side of the city to participate in some inexplicable apple pie competition?"

"Is this guy's brain filled with a lump of syrup?!"

After exchanging a few words, the two quickly left.

The two realized that following this idiot was pointless, since Ivan would eventually have to go to the villa anyway.

Their current focus should be on setting up enough deadly traps in that villa!

At this moment, Evan on the stage was unaware that he was being secretly followed by two groups of people.

His cautious approach was largely due to his fear of attracting other extraordinary individuals to compete with him.

If two superhumans were to get together and start eating voraciously, neither willing to give in, and they were to finish all the apple pie, it could easily cause some unnecessary trouble.

After all, as an expert in Bolton City, he still cared about his reputation.

Soon after the competition ended, surrounded by the crowd, Ivan accepted the five-dollar prize from the grim-faced boss with a big smile!

Clutching the money happily in his hand, Evan grinned and said, "Boss, you're such a good person!"

"If there are any more competitive eating contests in the future, feel free to contact me anytime!"

Upon hearing this, the boss, who was in his early fifties, twitched at the corner of his eye. Just as he was about to open his mouth and start cursing, Ivan continued speaking.

"And boss, if any competitive eaters dare to challenge your brand next time, feel free to contact me!"

Upon hearing this, the boss's eyes darted around, and he swallowed the profanity that was already on his lips, instead shaking Ivan's hand with a stiff smile.

"Mr. Arkham, I look forward to our next collaboration!"

After receiving his award and taking a group photo with everyone, Evan went to the restroom alone and looked in the mirror.

The tongue, which had been normal just moments before, suddenly became long and thin, licking all the oil, jam, and leftover bread crumbs off the face back into its mouth.

He then washed his face and tidied his hair.

"Ah, this feels so good! It's been over four months since I've had a proper meal like this!"

After washing his face, Evan looked in the mirror and touched his slightly bulging stomach, his face full of satisfaction.

For the past four months, he has only been able to eat about three or four tenths of his full capacity each day to keep his body in a basic state of function.

Today, through this eating contest, he can finally have a good, satisfying meal!

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