Chapter 473: Table Full Of Cannibals (1/2)

But all of these combined made up an animal… No, a human being!

Watching these people eat with relish was like taking a bat to the head. For a moment, Mr. Huang wondered if he was having a nightmare.

Angrily standing up, Mr. Huang shouted, ”Lao Mu, I think of you as a dear friend, yet you’ve brought me to such a place! From now on, we’re no longer friends!”

Turning to everyone else, he accused, ”Take a good look at what's on your plate. You’re eating human flesh!”

Several newcomers were so frightened they spat out their food. In truth, the organizers cleverly arranged their seating so the newcomers couldn’t see what was served to the old members. Additionally, the food served to the newcomers was properly processed so they couldn't tell they were munching on human body parts. If it weren't for the fact that Mr. Huang was sitting next to Mr. Mu, he wouldn't have gained a grand view of the woman relishing a human eyeball.

Several waiters surrounded him, their eyes unfriendly. It seemed like they were prepared for strong-arm tactics.

”If you dare touch a hair on my head...” threatened Mr. Huang.

Right then, the host took to the stage and told them not to panic. ”The gentleman is right,” he smiled. “The food you are enjoying now is something you’ve never tasted–human flesh! We eat everything, so why not humans? All of you here are social elites, those who stand at the top of society. Ordinary people are like cattle and horses to us. If we can domesticate cattle and horses, we can consume humans! What are secular rules and taboos for those who really dominate the world?”

These heresies won a thunderous applause from the room, excluding Mr. Huang who turned to leave in a pique.

However, Mr. Huang was stopped by the host. Although his tone sounded polite, his words carried the shadow of a threat. If he dared leave the room, the host couldn’t guarantee what his men would do for the safety of the club and everyone else.

”Can't I leave if I don’t have an appetite?” seethed Mr. Huang.

”Since you’re already here, how can you leave without at least tasting the food carefully prepared by our chefs?”

”Why should I? You just said secular rules and taboos are nothing to people like us. I’ll eat what I want. No one can force me into doing something I don’t want to do!”

As he made his stance clear, Mr. Huang scanned the room, noticing several newcomers who looked frightened, possibly unable to accept cannibalism like him, but hesitant to stand up against the host. Mr. Huang hoped to win some ”allies.”

Lost for words, the host shed all pretense of cordiality. ”Mr. Huang, you must have a bite, or you won’t be able to leave!”

As soon as the meat came into contact with his tongue, what he tasted wasn’t unpleasant or gamey. On the contrary, the meat was soft, juicy, crisp yet tender, more delicious than any delicacy Mr. Huang had ever tasted–a fact that chilled him to the bone. He couldn’t believe he would think human flesh was this delicious!

The host seemed to see through his thoughts, ”What do you think, Mr. Huang? Even a selective man such as yourself can’t find any faults with it, can you?”

Despite the resistance he felt, Mr. Huang sliced the meat, devouring piece by piece, hands shaking the entire time. Succumbing to such unrivaled delicacy, he finished the entire plate of meat in the blink of an eye.

Much to the host’s relief, this matter came to an end and the guests continued with their meal.

After dinner, Mr. Mu approached Mr. Huang, ”What do you think, Lao Huang? Has it opened up a brand-new world for you? In fact, I was just as scared as you when I first tried it, but the taste...”