Urban Soldier Young Master

Thinking about this, the already nervous Song Baijia became even more anxious. He quickly leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said, "Bro, this is bad."

Seeing Song Baijia's anxious expression, Chu Ge was slightly puzzled, "What's wrong?"

With a bitter face, Song Baijia whispered, "Normal people can't eat so much food. You see... I ordered all this stuff, people will definitely notice me, they'll think I'm a freak. Will I be captured?"

"Didn't I tell you before, there are many 'monsters' in this world. You really don't need to worry about eating. There are even big eater competitions worldwide, and those who participate in such competitions are also 'monsters' when it comes to eating."

Chu Ge chuckled, believing that Song Baijia would understand his point. It's okay to eat like a monster, just don't easily show that monstrous power.

Song Baijia was stunned, "Really? There's that kind of competition?"

Chu Ge nodded, "Of course it's real. Not only do you eat and drink for free, but if you win, you can get a prize. There's a woman called Yuka Kinoshita who's quite popular online recently. She looks slender and small, but she can eat a hundred hamburgers in one sitting. I'll find her video for you later — being able to eat is a talent too."

Hearing this, Song Baijia finally breathed a sigh of relief, becoming increasingly curious about this fascinating world.

Soon, the food they ordered began arriving at the table. Song Baijia's eyes lit up at the sight of the dishes. He inhaled the aroma with a face full of delight and immediately began devouring the food with joy.

Watching Song Baijia eat with such gusto, Chu Ge was genuinely impressed. As soon as the waiter brought a dish, Song Baijia would finish it without any pause, as if the food didn't even take up space in his stomach.

Before this meal, Chu Ge might have held some biases against the people in Song Baijia's childhood village for not adopting him. But now, those biases completely vanished.

With the way Song Baijia eats, how could an average family afford to feed him? Those villagers who raised Song Baijia to adulthood were indeed admirable.

As Song Baijia enjoyed himself, Chu Ge was also in high spirits, with a hearty appetite. Although he definitely couldn't eat as much as Song Baijia, he still managed to eat an impressive amount.

Unknowingly, empty plates piled up high on their table. The people at the nearby tables were dumbfounded. They had seen people with big appetites before, but never like these two. Wow, are these guys reincarnations of starving ghosts?

In no time, the whirlwind duo finished all the dishes Song Baijia had ordered. Chu Ge was already too full to eat more, even though what he ate was nothing compared to Song Baijia.

Song Baijia kept picking up and putting down his chopsticks until, after who knows how many times, he realized that there was no more food left.

He turned to look at the stunned waiter, "Did we have any more dishes that haven't come out? Could you help me check?"

Hearing this, the waiter almost fainted. She had truly witnessed something extraordinary today. Wasn't this guy full yet? Did everything below his neck consist of stomachs?

The waiter steadied herself against the sofa, "Sir... all your dishes have been served. If you need, I can help you review the order."

"Uh…" Song Baijia scratched his head and smacked his lips, "They're all served? How come I feel like I barely ate a few bites before it was gone?"

He wasn't doubting the waiter; he genuinely felt that way.

"Pfft," a man at the neighboring table sprayed out his drink.

"Sizzle," a man lighting a cigarette trembled, and the flame of his lighter singed his hair.

Even Chu Ge was left speechless by Song Baijia's words, feeling as though he had misjudged Song Baijia's appetite despite thinking he was prepared for it.

Forget pondering how many stomachs Song Baijia had; the real issue was, was Song Baijia's stomach a bottomless pit?

Song Baijia finally noticed the strange looks from the people around him and sheepishly put down his chopsticks. He looked at Chu Ge with some embarrassment and softly asked, "Bro, uh... can I order more food?"

Under Song Baijia's hopeful gaze, how could Chu Ge refuse? He nodded immediately, "Of course you can! Eat until you're full."

Song Baijia grinned foolishly, "Waiter, bring us another thirty... no, forty plates of grilled beef tenderloin."

"Thud," the waiter finally fainted.

Meanwhile, in a private room on the third floor of Shangpin Barbecue, the group of South Koreans Chu Ge had encountered earlier were feasting and drinking noisily. They were chatting animatedly, occasionally slapping the table with their palms, tapping their bowls and dishes with chopsticks, singing a few lines on the spur of the moment, and then bursting into either applause or laughter.

The voices of this group were so loud that even people in the two rooms next door could hear them clearly. However, even though these people were severely affected, they dared not speak up. They just paid their bill and left when they couldn't stand it anymore.

After all, even if they didn't understand what was being said, the ruckus they were making made it clear they weren't nice people. More importantly, having a conflict with foreigners is often troublesome.

"Aha, I've found Hua Country to be a great place. No need to worry about being bothered by other gangs, and those Hua Country people respect us so much. The women are also so easy to get. It's just awesome to be assigned here."

A South Korean took a sip of his drink and leaned back in his chair, contentedly letting out a burp.

Another South Korean immediately echoed with laughter, "Before I came here, I thought the streets would be full of bicycles, maybe even some carriages. I didn't expect this city to be so prosperous."

After speaking, he turned to look at the only Hua Country person sitting at the end, "Ha, lackey, isn't Lidu the most prosperous city in your Hua Country? Other places must be very poor, right?"

The one called a lackey hesitated for a moment and then, with a face full of flattery, answered in Korean, "Actually, many cities are quite prosperous."

"Really? How is that possible?"

The group of South Koreans burst into laughter again, as if it was the most hilarious thing they had heard.

After a while, a man with a short ponytail picked up the last piece of grilled meat from a plate and savored it.

"Thanks to our Korean barbecue coming here, otherwise how could people here eat such delicious food? Lackey, not many people here can afford barbecue, right?"

The lackey nodded with a flattering smile, not for any other reason but to please them.

The man with the short ponytail pointed to the empty plate, "You, go order another ten plates of this grilled beef brisket. This is really good."

The lackey cursed them in his heart, idiot, can't even tell grilled beef tenderloin from grilled beef brisket, and you claim Korean barbecue came from your country? Pretending to be an expert?

Despite his curses, the lackey still nodded and smiled obsequiously as he went out to find a server, who was standing quite a distance from the door and also seemed quite fed up with the group. He ordered ten plates of grilled beef tenderloin.

However, the lackey's attitude towards the server was nowhere near as nice as it was towards the South Koreans. His tone was harsh as if the server owed him millions.

The lackey hadn't been back in the room for a minute before the server came in, apologetically saying, "Sorry everyone, we're out of grilled beef tenderloin. Can we substitute it with something else?"

The group of South Koreans, unable to understand Chinese, all turned to look at the lackey. The lackey, irritated and dissatisfied, looked at the server and explained to them, but of course, to save face for the man with the ponytail, he said "grilled beef brisket."

Upon hearing that what they ordered wasn't available, the group of South Koreans immediately became displeased, glaring and banging the table, chattering away.

Although the server couldn't understand what they were saying, he could guess from their expressions and stood there with an apologetic and troubled look.

Once they had made enough noise, the lackey called for the manager, putting on an imperious attitude and telling the manager to either find a way to get them ten plates of grilled beef tenderloin or make their meal free.

Hearing this, the manager was both speechless and angry. What the hell are these people thinking? Aren't they blatantly trying to rip us off?

Even though the manager was extremely annoyed, seeing how arrogant this group was, he could easily tell they weren't nice people, not to mention they're all foreigners, so he didn't dare provoke them lightly.

After some hesitation, the manager offered an apologetic solution.

"Uh... I'm really sorry, the beef tenderloin was already in short supply, and then one of the tables ordered forty plates at once. How about this, that table also just ordered, so they probably haven't eaten much. I can accompany you to discuss with them, see if they can spare ten plates for you, and we'll also give you a twenty percent discount on this meal."

The lackey raised his eyebrows, "You want us to talk to them ourselves? What the hell are you doing here then?"

The manager smiled apologetically without responding. Honestly, he could have done it himself, but he really couldn't stand the arrogance of these people.

He couldn't do anything to them, but he hoped that other table could put them in their place. Although he thought it was unlikely, it would be the best outcome, and if not, it wouldn't matter to him anyway.

Seeing the manager keep silent, the leading South Korean asked what was going on. The lackey immediately explained to him.

The leader nodded, pointed at the lackey, then at the manager, "Then you go with him."