Chapter 135: Daddy’s Home
I watched as the man in front of me stiffened, a low growl coming from his voice at the challenge in Wan Ying’s statement.
But then again, he didn’t mean what he had said, did he?
Was he really going to cook me up and serve me for dinner? Because Cher, I promise I won’t be going down easily. I’ll be a two bite brownie that sticks in your throat forever.
"She is a child," stated the man, shifting his weight so that he could cover me even better from the men around me. "We haven’t sunk that low yet. There is still food in the house."
"For how much longer?" croaked the old man, his voice as dry and brittle as paper. "Our supplies burnt down with the mansion, and there is nothing here but instant noodles to eat."
"Then we wait for light tomorrow and go out again," pleaded the man. "But we can’t sink that low. We aren’t there yet."
"If it is any consolation," I interjected, putting my hand on the back of the man. "Camp Hell has gone that low. Human flesh is a daily part of the fighter’s diet."
"See," sneered Wan Ying. "She is even volunteering for it. And about her being a kid? It just makes her all that much more tasty."
"If you want to have me for dinner, I don’t mind," I shrugged, knowing that it would never get that far. "But you are going to have to ask Daddy for permission first."