The same applies to Steward Zhu after his face was swapped.

Mr. Lu's business is so good that he has to queue for a long time to buy things now.

Every time I think I've had enough to eat, I actually regret not buying more right after I finish eating.

The thought of all those skewers laid out in front of him the day before, which he not only failed to appreciate but also pretended to be a fool to save face by only tasting a few, made him want to slap himself.

A belly is more important than saving face!

"Manager Zhu, are we making our move tonight?"

Tian Shou followed closely behind.

It's delicious, I love it.

He let the little cuties out tonight and then came to line up.

Perhaps there were too many people, which interfered with his communication with the little cuties. He felt that the bugs looked a bit half-dead.

They're already thinking about giving up before the task is even finished.

Sure enough, he was too weak. Let's have another eighty or ninety servings of skewers to make up for it.

In the casino, insects forced to confront death gather on some gamblers who have never been exposed to gambling before, engaging in an extreme and terrifying struggle for survival.

As the safe zone shrank again, the players who kept running around the circle started to shed tears.

Damn humans! Don't the lives of insects matter?

appeal!

An appeal is necessary!

Deep within the headquarters of the Fallen Immortals Society, a large, fat white worm was sleeping soundly when it suddenly wriggled its body and turned over.

It sounds like flies are buzzing in my ear, it's so noisy.

I'm sleepy, I'll go back to sleep.

Goodnight, my children, though you've forgotten to contact your mother, I still love you.

The insects that sensed it: We're tired... Let's destroy it.