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It was a whirlwind, a whirlwind passing by, lightning fast, the Dayun motorcycle.

It's a bit confusing, but that's the gist of it: Wan Qi, who hasn't enjoyed normal human food in a long time, is feasting in a way that's hard for ordinary people to understand.

The parasitic ladder was also stunned by the sight.

This child looks like he's been starving for hundreds of years.

Is it possible that the hunger lasted for more than a few hundred years?

Forget steak and barbecue, even if you put a bucket of Korean dipping sauce in front of Wan Qi, he'd eat it like he was enjoying a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

It's not that being able to eat is bad; young people are lucky to be able to eat. But eating while wiping away tears is just too dramatic. It feels like if this scene were the beginning of a TV series, it would definitely create an atmosphere of "a down-on-his-luck young man struggling to survive."

It didn't feel like acting at all; every movement in every frame felt genuine.

"Eat slowly, sir, there's plenty more delicious food."

Forget-me-not held up the grilled steak, her face filled with pity.

It's so similar, so incredibly similar, just like myself back then when I was impoverished and ill.

Actually, from a modern perspective, Wan Qi can't be described as impoverished; he's wearing brand-name sportswear. It's just that the Red Sea world was generous to him personally, but not so generous to his clothes. So for a while, Wan Qi was practically naked. Later, after finding the necromancer's legacy, he used human alchemy to obtain various elements from his own corpse, processed and refined them, and finally restored his current complete set of sportswear.

Without exaggeration, Wanqi was truly self-sufficient from beginning to end, producing and selling its own goods, taking self-reliance to the extreme.

However, this outfit would seem particularly shabby in America in 1929. After all, it was a time of rampant individuality and fashion, and going out without spending an hour or two on makeup was considered unsophisticated. To the locals, Wan Qi's minimalist style was nothing short of slum style. In addition, Wan Qi himself didn't realize that the entire outfit he made was only comfortable to wear, but the layout and stitching were just passable, which was in stark contrast to his own financial situation.

But it is precisely because of this that Forget-Me-Not and Mistletoe are able to find resonance in Wan Qi.

Both of them had experienced traumatic periods, but the specific content and manifestation of the trauma differed. Afterwards, they both grew and mastered mystical arts that suited them, becoming powerful individuals through their own strength.

A classic example of a beautiful, strong, and tragic character.

However, neither of them could have imagined that Wan Qi's ravenous eating was entirely due to not having eaten a normal meal for a long time, and had absolutely nothing to do with poverty.

He can endlessly refresh his physical form in the Red Sea and fully extract every element from the human body. Through long-term accumulation, he is incredibly wealthy materially, except for material elements other than the human body.

For Wan Qi, this steak was far better than his own thigh, ribs, or tenderloin.

He was initially resistant, but eventually succumbed to the temptation of the food and began a cycle of eating himself. From Hannibal's perspective, Vanchi was even more professional in this regard, only he limited the ingredients to himself.

But with an abundance of seasonings and food sources, Wanqi really had no other choice.

"You are truly a top-notch chef!" Wan Qi said, giving Forget-Me-Not a thumbs-up as he ate, and he meant it.

Zhu Yuanzhang remembered vividly how even rotten vegetable leaves could be used to cook rice, so this meal in the bar must be far better than rotten leaves.

"Thanks for the compliment."

Forget-Me-Not smiled and adjusted his glasses. He was genuinely pleased; no artist who also works as a chef would dislike their work being sincerely praised by a customer.

"Boss, is our steak ready?"

"Please wait a moment, sir. I'm still busy here. Please enjoy your meal."

"Yes, yes, thank you for your hard work. I wish you great success in your business!"

After the forget-me-nots left, Wan Qi ate several more plates of other dishes before stopping, burping contentedly.

Indeed, being well-fed is the greatest happiness, while starving to death is the cruelest punishment.

Seeing that Wan Qi had relaxed completely, Peng Jisheng couldn't help but reach out and poke his face.

"Miss Parasite, is there something you need? Oh, by the way, thank you for your hospitality, hiccup."

"It's funny how you look when you're full. By the way, have you never eaten your fill before?"

"It was enough to fill me up, but the taste... I don't really want to remember it."

No matter how you process yourself, there's only so much you can do. It's normal to get tired of it, and besides, human flesh doesn't taste good.

But when these words reached the ears of the parasitic shed, they became, "Wanqi, who follows the St. Love Foundation, eats worse than livestock on a daily basis, which caused him to completely lose control after eating real human food."

Having heard some rumors about the St. Love Foundation while in Reconstruction, although Parasitic wasn't particularly interested in such news, her reaction to Hermit Crab's behavior today led her to label the St. Love Foundation as "inhuman."

How did they manage to make such a powerful young man follow them so devotedly? Was it some kind of evil brainwashing technique?

It's entirely possible. With proper upbringing from a young age, it's entirely possible to gradually transform someone into their current state.

The St. Love Foundation is truly evil.

At this moment, Wan Qi was unaware that his unusual behavior had already caused a certain foundation to be mowed down by machine guns. But even if he knew, he wouldn't care. He didn't owe that foundation anything. Besides, what's wrong with such a big organization being scolded a few times? As the saying goes: "A beating is a sign of affection, a scolding is a sign of love, not beating or scolding is a disaster, and deep affection is expressed through kicking."

"What kind of dog shit is this?!"

The sudden shouts and the sound of breaking plates drew the attention of Wan Qi and Ti Jisheng.

A well-dressed man, who looked every bit the Wall Street elite, was yelling at the forget-me-nots.

"I ordered a well-done steak, what the hell is this?!"

"Sir, this is a well-done steak."

"The texture and taste are completely wrong; it's nothing like what I ate at the hotel!"

"Sir, that's probably because you were cheated; they served you a medium-rare steak."

Enraged by this, the elite man grabbed a glass of red wine and poured it directly onto the forget-me-not's head.

"Who do you think you are! A mere bar owner daring to question me!"

Faced with such humiliation, Wan Qi would have made the other person's face light up with joy, but Wu Wangwo acted as if she wasn't the one being humiliated, and still politely said, "Please calm down, I will prepare something else for you right away."

Normally, the matter would end there. The elite would sit down, cursing and swearing, displaying their superior attitude with contempt and mockery, while the humiliated bar owner and part-time waiter would remain silent.

In the United States, the service industry is about providing immediate services to people.

If you don't believe me, you can leave China and find any housekeeper. As long as you pay enough, they will show you what the oppression of people in feudal times is like. If you think going abroad is too far, you can go to Hong Kong and see the living conditions of Filipino domestic helpers.

So despite the many well-dressed customers in the bar, not a single one was willing to speak up and uphold justice.

Forget-me-not had long been accustomed to this. He had seen far too many similar gazes during his years of poverty and illness, so many that he had become used to them and gradually become numb. In any case, these people would eventually be washed away, and he would be the ultimate victor. Before the moment of final revenge arrived, it wouldn't hurt to let these dying people have a little fun, just as a form of end-of-life care.

"Sir, if you are dissatisfied with the service, you can simply say so. Physically abusing someone is wrong. Is this the national spirit of America? Is the morality of the beacon of humanity so appalling? Or are you not American?"

Forget-me-not suddenly looked up; he truly hadn't expected that the boy would stand up for him at a time like this.

why?

There's no particular reason; Wan Qi simply looks down on people like that.

In the past, as an ordinary person, even if I saw this scene and couldn't do anything about it, I would still take a picture and post it online for netizens to criticize me harshly, just to curse the other person's ancestors to pieces, simply because that guy took a close-up photo and considered it a family portrait.

But now, damn it, I'm so strong, why should I still be in charge? Oh, Greece is exhausted! Liang Feifan.

After a series of accusations were leveled, the other person's expression went from pale to ashen, displaying an LGBTQAWEHY-esque demeanor that would make even a rainbow cult admit they weren't far enough away.

"You yellow-skinned monkey, you have no right to speak here!"

The next second, Wan Qi grabbed a plate and slapped it across the other person's face. As the plate and the other person's face shattered, ice magic locked their hands and feet, lightning magic held a lightning spear to their forehead, and he himself took out a Principle—a Type 54 pistol.

It's just that the appearance is similar. Wan Qi is a magician now, so traditional weapons can be modified in his hands. Therefore, even though it is the same 9mm placebo, the magic bullets fired through enchantment can completely produce the effect of explosive bullets on unprotected targets.

"Sir, I allow you to rephrase. What did you just say?"

The elite man's expression changed like quantum fluctuations amidst intense emotional turmoil. He was a principled person, but the problem was that his principles were clearly no match for the principles held by the other party and those that were floating in mid-air.

He swallowed hard, his tone immediately becoming respectful as he lowered his head and said, "It was just a misunderstanding."

"So, if my gun accidentally went off, could that also be considered a misunderstanding?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, I was wrong, I know I was wrong! Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"Apologize."

"sorry! "

"Apologies to Mr. Forget-Me-Not!"

"ah? "

Click—that's the sound of a gun being cocked in principle.

In reality, it only makes a sound, so it's not a pistol in the normal sense. This function was added to create a sense of ceremony before firing, but for the elite person in front of him, that sound was a death sentence.

"I'm sorry! I was wrong! I was wrong! Mr. Forget-Me-Not, I know I was wrong, I didn't mean to!"

At that moment, a strong smell of urine wafted over; the guy had actually urinated.

Wan Qi did not release the person, but looked at Forget-Me-Not, as if to say, "Do you think this apology is sincere?"

Forget-Me-Not was stunned. He felt a very unfamiliar emotion. It was neither excitement nor the pleasure of revenge. He had always been someone who took orders, but today, someone was actually asking for his opinion.

Oh, I remember now, that feeling is called respect.

So this is respect. It feels so unfamiliar, such a strange emotion. So this is what it feels like to be respected. It's when someone cares about you, listens to your advice, and cares about your attitude.

Yes, I care. Someone cares about me!

"Store manager? Boss? BOSS?"

"Ahem, this gentleman has already been punished, I think we can let him go."

"Ok."

Wan Qi immediately dispelled the magic, put away his pistol, and waved his hand to indicate that the other party could leave.

This kind of thing doesn't deserve any respect. Get lost, it's an eyesore.

But at that moment, the man suddenly pulled a gun out of his clothes.

"Die, monster!"

However, before he could fire, a transparent snake suddenly bit his arm. The intense pain made him scream and release his right hand, causing the Colt pistol to fall to the ground.

“Sir, sneak attack is wrong; you have broken the rules.”

The one who made the move was the forget-me-not; the cold, venomous snake coiled around the neck of the elite, radiating a chilling light.

"Wow, this mysterious technique is interesting. Boss, it turns out you're an expert too." Wan Qi gave Forget-Me-Not a thumbs up.

"I apologize for the rudeness, sir." Forget-me-not smiled and withdrew her magic, then said to the shop's waiter, "Throw him out. We don't welcome customers who break the rules here."

Then, with a friendly smile, Forget-Me-Not said to Wan Qi, "I also have a special red wine steak here. Would you like to try it?"

"Three servings, please!"

"OK, just a second."

Section 13: The Steel Torrent, the Music in Progress

(Today is another day of updating with 10,000 words, please vote and leave comments (**3*))

"Government official, you're my type. I look forward to seeing you again."

Snyder tossed down a "gift" he had prepared beforehand, then left with his men.

"Well, at least we saved one." Xingdi shrugged; what they had just experienced was truly awful.

Xingdi originally planned to leave Mr. Apple to help Virtue while she went to the St. Love Foundation headquarters alone to register using the transfer floppy disk. However, after they split up with Wanqi, Xingming felt that Virtue still needed her help, so she temporarily put aside the idea of ​​going to the foundation and instead went with Virtue and Sonnet.

According to the information provided by the sonnet, their rescue mission is based on historical records, which is like breaking a brick in a corner of history and will not have a significant impact on the overall course of history.

But Virtue didn't think so, because before the operation began, she contacted her boss, Ms. Z, and was told that there was no involvement of mystics in the original 1929 economic crisis.

So here's the question: if the St. Love Foundation doesn't want to change history, then who is the organization with the power to change history and dedicated to disrupting the St. Love Foundation?

Flattery, it's so hard to guess! (Reading without emotion)

The absurd thing about reality is that the more you worry about something happening, the more likely it is to happen.

The historically recorded locations and details of the massacres do not match up at all; the whole thing has been distorted beyond recognition.

The good news is that the mystics were rescued; the bad news is that their rescuers belong to another organization, which appears to be a gang.

Okay, you don't even need to look at it to know it's a gang.

Furthermore, the leader of the team, Snyder, was a mystic who was very cunning towards ordinary people. If it weren't for the intervention of Virtue, Sonnet, and Stargazer, those ordinary gangsters who were originally murderers in history would all be dead.

So this whole thing feels really complicated.

Even so, Virtin and his group only managed to save an ordinary person, who nearly committed suicide on the spot after discovering that they were mystics.

Fortunately, Xingdi reacted quickly and used a mysterious spell to knock out his opponent, thus successfully completing the construction of the seven-story pagoda.

In short, a lot happened, the mission was not completed smoothly, the mystics left with Snyder, and the things Snyder left behind once again turned everyone's attention to the underground bar at Walden Pond.