"Hmm ???"
Sitting in the luxurious hotel suite, Zhu Haomiao looked suspiciously out the window, faintly hearing a familiar impotent rage.
After a long time, Zhu Haomiao blinked, withdrew his gaze, and looked at the helpless butler beside him.
"Sir, you've already eaten fifty people's worth of food at noon. Are you sure you want to continue eating tonight?"
Originally thought the young man would be away for a long time, but unexpectedly returned to the hotel the same evening, Yousef Benavides felt like he was looking at a shut-in junior, full of helplessness.
"Yeah, I wasn't full at noon, arrange it for me."
Rubbing his weak stomach, Zhu Haomiao realized that his self-healing ability had consumed a large amount of food and spiritual energy, and nodded seriously.
The battle this afternoon wasn't as easy as it seemed; the straightforward all-out clash made his Silver Level physique endure Golden Level countershock damage, causing hidden injuries all over his body.
