Yang Xiao was pushed by Fan Xiaomeng until he had run out of options; indeed, he couldn't keep dragging his feet forever.
He looked up at Fan Xiaomeng, then immediately averted his gaze.
Immediately after, he clenched his fists tightly, and even bit down on his teeth.
People should live without fear, what's a bit of hot pepper? Just what kind of insurmountable obstacle could it be to stop him?
After all, he was Yang Xiao, the man who would go where he pleased despite a million people standing in his way.
Back in the day overseas, not even a sea of flames or a mountain of knives could stop her from doing what she wanted.
How could he now be stopped by a bit of hot pepper? People should not regress the more they live!
Yang Xiao gave himself a pep talk, quickly becoming emboldened.
He took a deep breath and shoveled rice into his mouth in big mouthfuls.
Most of the bowl of rice, under his tornado-like consumption, was wiped out in just the blink of an eye.
