C55 It Was All for Food

Ming Ying shook his head with a wry smile, removing the nearly roasted mutated chicken from the fire.

"Almighty Mr. Ming, you're still hungry?" the crowd was left agape in disbelief.

Each member of the security team had devoured six or seven pounds of grilled fish, their bellies rounded with satisfaction. Ming Ying himself had polished off at least ten pounds, and yet here he was