Although it was downhill, the weight on their backs and the exhaustion from climbing earlier had sapped their energy. Few people were sprinting at this time, but the thought of being left with nothing to eat at the end of the line filled the group with conflicting emotions. They alternated between running and stopping, many of them gazing enviously at the effortlessly relaxed geniuses ahead. However, their envy was short-lived, as they watched Barrett Walk descend with ease, carrying a large piece of meat and moving swiftly. His speed was truly impressive.
"Wow, who is this person? So impressive!"
"What? You don't even know this person? I'm starting to doubt if you're even from this planet. He's the one who can make the fearsome Yanluo laugh until his nose bleeds."
"Oh! It's him! He looks way too cool! Watch out for lightning strikes!"
As they watched Barrett Walk's relaxed demeanor and thought about the fact that this guy was not shy about his appetite, the group felt a sense of frustration. They feared that many of them would once again go hungry. As a result, they quickened their pace, enduring fatigue and hardship. After all, the most urgent issue now was their growling stomachs.
The military training department of the War God Academy was quite peculiar. It had all kinds of equipment, even more secretive than a military base. There were countless secrets hidden underground, but regardless of what lay beneath, the surface secrets could be found out by one person - the head chef, Trent. At this moment, Trent was lying on a reclining chair, his belly protruding over the edge, his feet resting on a flat stone platform, surrounded by his disciples.
Trent sat up, took a sip of tea, moistened his slightly hoarse voice, and continued, "Speaking of the most beautiful girls of these years, this year's batch is the most beautiful. Yesterday, I saw two gorgeous girls. They were truly stunning. I even thought of sneaking a peek at them after I got injured, but I was chased away. Damn it, I'll have to add some ingredients to his favorite twice-cooked pork next time."
Hearing Trent's words, the onlookers burst into laughter. The men's eyes lit up, and their mouths watered at the thought of the mechanized medical equipment in the hospital building - the women's changing room.
"Trent, you old dog, come over and cook for me. If they come back and hear you saying these things, you'll be in big trouble. I heard those young girls say there's an international superstar. You, a toad, want to eat swan meat. Be careful, you might choke on a thorn in your throat!" Nearby, the kitchen maid who was washing the pork listened to the lewd laughter of the group. Even though she hadn't heard anything, she knew it couldn't be anything good. She immediately shouted at them.
"Get lost! I'm having a good time! Clean the meat properly! If there's any pig hair, you'll ruin my reputation. I'll make sure your ass blooms like a flower when I get home tonight!"
Trent raised his head, glanced at the nearby people, and retorted without showing any weakness. Then he lay back down and continued, fanning himself with a fan, "At breakfast this morning, I secretly took a look. My goodness, those two women were stunning, with such radiant skin..."
The crowd listened attentively to Trent's exaggerations, enjoying the lewd jokes and eagerly anticipating the real thing. However, nobody noticed the sudden appearance of a stranger among them. As Trent became increasingly vulgar, the anticipation in the crowd grew.
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"When do you plan to drug them when no one's around? You have to choose the right moment!"
"Hey! Can you not interrupt us! Have you no manners?"
"Yes! What's wrong with you?"
The group was suddenly interrupted, and their excitement was cut short. They turned around and glared angrily at Barrett Walk. He threw the piece of tiger meat in Trent's lap with a loud slap and, seeing his unfriendly expression, the people fell silent, afraid to speak. Barrett Walk demanded, "Go on! Keep talking. I want to hear how you plan to drug them."
Trent stood up in a panic, holding the piece of tiger meat. He had been caught red-handed and didn't know what to do. His large face wobbled with fat as he struggled to come up with a response.
"Very well, I know you don't have the courage for this, but in the future, refrain from discussing these matters. Your loose talk may bring comfort to your mouth, but it sullies the reputation of others. You there, Trent! Prepare the necessary seasonings for the barbecue and marinate the meat for me. I will come to collect it tonight!" Barrett Walker ordered, as if this person were his subordinate, without any sense of formality.
"Alright, alright, I understand," Trent didn't even know who this student was, but seeing his imposing appearance, he didn't resist, only nodding in agreement.
As Barrett Walker left, Trent wiped his forehead and discovered it was already damp with sweat. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Suddenly, Barrett Walker turned back and said, "This thing weighs five pounds and four ounces, so after marinating it tonight, be careful if the weight varies significantly!"
"Yes, yes, understood," with decades of experience as a chef, Trent knew the weight just by being reminded. Obviously, Barrett Walker wasn't lying. He hurriedly nodded in agreement, like a chick pecking at grains.
Watching the empty campus, Barrett Walker set the things aside and sat cross-legged on the empty playground, gradually adjusting his breathing. Today, he forced himself to perform at an extraordinary level for the first time, and he didn't expect to persevere. Now that he had stopped, the fatigue and weakness caused by lack of oxygen spread rapidly throughout his body. His heart continued to accelerate, and if Barrett Walker didn't attempt to control it, it might have jumped out of his chest!
As he relaxed, a wave of heat burst from Barrett Walker's body, with steam rising from the top of his head. He was like water boiling in a big stove, continually emitting heat, and a puddle of sweat formed beneath him. The blood vessels on Barrett Walker's face expanded like little snakes wandering, a truly surprising sight if anyone had seen it. What was he doing?
Even Barrett Walker himself didn't know what he was doing, with his entire body in turmoil. He could only barely suppress it, never expecting the backlash to be so intense. Fortunately, there was no one around at the time, or those looking to take advantage would have been quite pleased.
Gradually, the turmoil in Barrett Walker's body was suppressed, but his heart continued to beat violently. As he breathed, his chest expanded powerfully, and a white dragon surged out like an arrow, hitting Barrett Walker's body and leaving behind small dents, which was the so-called power of the heart.
"Look, what is he doing?" Barrett Walker had already calmed down, but he was sitting cross-legged in the center of the playground, looking quite strange. After sweating profusely, he seemed very exhausted. A group of people chattered and rushed over, with women being the first to arrive.
Following them were Baren and Danny, and seeing a large group of women surrounding Barrett Walker, Baren couldn't help but curse, "These women just dumped things on us and ran off. Not a single good thing among them!"
"Isn't this your favorite black fungus?" Danny was wronged, as Baren tried to please the group of women and ended up helping to carry things. They didn't even know if they had been discovered by the instructors!
"Hey, isn't this the arrogant guy who delivered the eggs to you?" Monica was good at public relations, and in such a short period, she had become acquainted with these women. Of course, their entry into this circle was due to their own outstanding qualities. They were all beautiful and talented individuals.
"How arrogant can he be? I just love it! If he delivers eggs to me, I can sleep with him tonight! Damn mosquitoes, look at me now, I really need a man to comfort me. Or, Monica, you can give him to me." This woman's chest was very impressive, and she pushed Monica coquettishly and said she wanted to wipe Barrett Walker's sweat.