Looking at the huge cauldrons, the sorrow in the hearts of An Sheng and the others were indescribable.
They were resentful by the thought of them having to get tortured again and regretted not being killed in the battle.
"Bro, what are they trying to do?" a hired player asked curiously.
Next to him, a fat guy with a badly bashed face snorted and blood spurted out of his nose. He then turned to glance at the hired player.
"Have you seen those cauldrons? It will be really exciting. You need to be prepared!"
The hired guy was speechless.
"Why are there so many aliens?" one of the members of the guild, Seven, could not help but question.
"It will be such a waste if they can't finish the food. Hence, they invited their relatives from next door to eat with them!" the fat guy heaved a sigh.
Everyone was dumbstruck.
Just as all of them were nervous, an old man of the Gillfish Clan walked out of the crowd.
