"Is this kid really trying to kill himself?"
The old man watched Liu Zheng, whose facial features were closed off, with a sense of alarm.
Closing off his facial features couldn't reduce the damage from the high-temperature fat steam to his body much, at most it made the torment on his spirit a little less agonizing.
But if Liu Zheng suffocated due to lack of oxygen, that would effectively put his life in the old man's hands.
"Is he exceptionally bold, or just plain brainless?"
With this question in mind, the old man continued to pour out fat.
One ladle, two ladles, three ladles...
The old man mechanically scooped from his belly until the ladle was empty.
"All out?"
He paused for a moment.
The inventory in his belly was all out. To continue would mean scooping from other parts.
But scooping from other parts would cause some damage to the body.
So the question was, could this city man keep on enduring?
