If we're all going to die, we must have this meal, right

"Hahahaha!"

"Human flesh?!"

"Great! I just love eating human flesh!"

Knife Scar mercenary put away the gun in his hand and said boldly, "Seeing this human flesh bun today, you live!"

As he spoke, he also stuffed the remaining bun into his mouth and ate it with oil dripping down his face.

The old man chuckled and asked, "Hero, have you eaten human flesh?"

"Of course I've eaten it!"

"Otherwise how could you taste that there was something wrong with the flavor of your bun?!"

Knife Scar mercenary slapped his chest covered in oil stains vigorously with his hand and said with a proud look on his face, "In the Western Capital, as long as you have money, you can eat anything!"

"The young master of the consortium loves to eat this stuff the most, and we've tasted it a few times too!"

"Burp!"

As he was talking, Knife Scar mercenary suddenly noticed that the look on the old man's face changed in an instant, as if he had seen some kind of exceptionally terrifying thing.

He grinned and said, "Old man, I said you live today so you live today, what are you still afraid of?"

The old man's body began to tremble slightly, unable to speak a word.

Knife Scar mercenary pulled out a few sheets of paper and wiped his hands clean, glanced strangely at the old man, and said, "Let's go, brothers! This old man is probably crazy."

Hearing that the buns they were holding were made of human flesh, the other mercenaries had different expressions on their faces.

Some felt disgusted, some were stunned on the spot, and of course, some were eager to try them.

The six mercenaries turned around and walked out of the breakfast shop. The street, which had just stopped raining, was filled with a white mist, with visibility less than 65 feet.

Just as they reached the door, five of the six mercenaries suddenly stared straight ahead as if nails had grown in their eyes.

The other one was staring straight at the human flesh bun in his hand.

In the misty fog, a girl holding a milk tea with a sweet appearance walked out.

At this moment, the mercenary who was staring at the human flesh bun and drooling over it suddenly heard five neat "thud" sounds from around him at the same time, which was the sound of heartbeats.

When he looked up, the sixth "thud" sounded.

The girl walking towards them was Liu Yuan.

She glanced at the burly mercenaries in front of her and casually asked, "Did you guys pay for the buns?"

Knife Scar, the leader, came to his senses, grinned and said, "Paid, paid! I almost forgot!"

As he spoke, Knife Scar signaled to his brothers with his eyes, and they followed Liu Yuan back into the breakfast shop butt-wiggling.

Behind them, one of the other mercenaries looked discontented and shouted, "Knife Scar, the brothers are still waiting for us over there!"

Knife Scar handed out the buns in his hand, pulled up the rolling shutter door overhead, and made a "five" sign with his hand, "This environment is stimulating! The chicks are also stimulating! I'll be quick, I'll come right out!"

"Go back first and let the brothers eat the buns!"

"Don't fucking laugh that I'm fast! You wouldn't last much longer if you were up here instead of me!"

"Wait for me! I'll let you guys take over when I come out!"

After saying that, Knife Scar pulled down the rolling shutter door over his head and even locked it from the inside to prevent his pleasure from being disturbed.

With Knife Scar's actions, the breakfast shop suddenly became much darker, with only one dim yellow light still on.

Liu Yuan ignored Knife Scar's actions. She walked slowly to the dining table closest to the old man and sat down, saying in an extremely gentle tone, "Uncle Wang, do you have any more buns?"

The old man trembled all over, unable to say a word.

On the other side, Knife Scar started taking off his gear.

After taking off his gear, he took off his camouflage vest, revealing his muscular upper body, and walked towards Liu Yuan with an excited smile on his face.

The old man was also attracted by Knife Scar's muscular body. He murmured, "Can I still live?"

"Sip—"

Liu Yuan took a sip of her milk tea and was about to speak, but Knife Scar, who had walked over, got ahead of her and said, "Old man, get the hell out of here quickly now, don't get in the way of my pleasure, then you can live!"

The old man just looked at the muscles on Knife Scar's body, then looked back at Liu Yuan.

As Liu Yuan slowly savored the fragrance in her mouth after taking a sip of milk tea, she said faintly, "Uncle Wang, you came here a year earlier than me."

"In recent years, has anyone who broke Dr. Lu's rules lived to see the next day?"

The old man was taken aback for a moment, then nodded woodenly. He looked again at the bare-chested Knife Scar, and his eyes showed a mad, bloodthirsty look.

"Since I'm going to die anyway, at least let me have this last meal, right?"

Liu Yuan moved inward and nodded, "Well, yes, you can start."

Hearing their conversation, Knife Scar didn't have a clue. He pointed his gun at the old man and shouted angrily, "I said you get the hell out of here now! I'll let you live, so get the hell out!"

"Hee hee hee..."

This time, the old man bared his old yellow teeth again and said slowly, "Baby girl, in Yun City, who lives and who dies is not for you to say!"

Swish!

The next moment, the old man who looked decrepit just a second ago suddenly let out a beast-like roar like a wild wolf. He fiercely pounced on the burly Knife Scar!

"Go to hell!"

Bang!

Knife Scar pulled the trigger and the bullet hit the old man accurately between the eyebrows, but—

The bullet seemed to have lost its momentum and was stuck steadily on the old man's forehead!

And the old man had already pounced on him!

Rip!

A tearing sound of flesh and blood was heard, and a streak of bright red blood splashed onto the dim yellow light on the ceiling of the breakfast shop.

Outside, the few mercenaries were eavesdropping with their ears glued to the rolling shutter door, all with excited expressions on their faces.

"I bet two human flesh buns that Knife Scar killed the old guy with that shot!"

"Eating human buns with one hand and killing with the other, I love it!"

"Listen! Ripping clothes, ripping clothes! It's about to start!"

"What, ripping clothes? Isn't Knife Scar ripping the girl's thigh with that sound?"

"Damn, listen to Knife Scar's screams, how awesome is that?"

"Fuck, does it sound like someone's still drinking milk tea?"

Just as the five of them were eagerly listening, a pool of bright red blood slowly flowed out from under the rolling shutter door.