Eight days later.
Han Fei and Xia Xiaochan were sitting on the fishing boat eating hot pot. What was in the pot turned out to be a person who was about to be cooked.
Not far from the two of them, a young man was shivering, looking scared out of his pants.
"Please… Let me go. I'm not tasty!"
Han Fei held a brick in his left hand and sharpened a kitchen knife with his right hand. "Human flesh tastes chewier than seafood. Would you like to have a try?"
Xia Xiaochan was looking at the young man up and down and then said, "Fan Datong, isn't he a bit too old?"
Han Fei shrugged. "Oh? Is he old?"
The young man nodded hard. "Yes, yes, although I look young, I am almost 40 years old. You don't believe me? Look… How tough my flesh is…"
With that, the young man rolled up his sleeves and took a bite on his arm, leaving a row of teeth marks.
