The group immediately looked toward the food table.

Suddenly, plates of delicious food appeared out of nowhere, their aroma spreading far and wide.

My stomach started pounding.

"I'm so hungry!" Cheng Shuang pressed her stomach, the feeling of hunger burning in her stomach, sudden and intense.

"Eating is a must." Kuroko sighed, clutching her stomach in empathy. "If possible, I really don't want to eat food from this dangerous world!"

"What does it matter, as long as it tastes good." Lie Fu glanced at him and ruffled his short, curly hair. He said that, but he didn't immediately get up to get the food.

At least the maintainers of the scattered tables didn't move.

The first to arrive were the line figures, who, like real tourists, almost swarmed forward, laughing and joking as they collected their food.

Next came the newcomers, who lined up here and there with their plates. Cheng Shuang, who led the way, had seen the first one before; he was the man who had reminded the fashionable mother not to ask the waiter to call a nurse.

The bearded middle-aged man kept an arm's length distance from the mannequin. He looked serious as he carefully observed each dish while holding an empty plate. The people behind him followed suit and almost all chose vegetarian dishes.

Clearly, there were a few experienced newcomers among them, and their presence effectively controlled the newcomers' emotions.

"Not bad!" Lie Fu exclaimed. "This batch of newcomers is really high-quality, and their survival rate will probably be very high as well."

"Don't be ridiculous." Kuroko shook her head pessimistically, "Even the final maintainers can't..." Before she could finish her sentence, something went wrong at a round table.

"Why did you take so much food?" The woman's scream was still too jarring in the slightly noisy atmosphere, and the restaurant immediately fell silent.

But the woman, lost in fear, was completely oblivious and continued to scream, "Didn't I tell you not to take too much! How could you be so stupid! Just like your father, a blockhead! Ugh! I can't live like this anymore!"

A six- or seven-year-old boy stood nervously in place, holding a large square tray on his arm with two large plates full of food.

He stammered, trying to justify his behavior, "Mom, it wasn't you and Dad who said we should take more expensive items at a buffet..."

"Shut up!" the woman roared furiously, trembling as she clutched her head, her voice breaking and shrill. "Why did I give birth to you? Why!" Then, she raised her head, her eyes bloodshot and filled with panic. "Go, go put the food back! Put what you took back yourself!"

The little boy was at a loss and said timidly, "Mommy, there are... there are strange people watching, I... I'm scared!"

The woman was about to shout when a short-haired woman in her forties at the same table immediately stopped her in a stern tone. Her gaze toward the mother was full of hostility and rejection, but she was very gentle with the little boy. "Auntie hasn't gotten the food yet. Can the little boy share some with me?"

A young man standing next to her spoke coldly, "Sister, you're so kind, but didn't you hear what those 'old folks' were saying? Kindness here might not last long."

The fashionable mother, seemingly afraid the short-haired woman would regret it, immediately took the fullest portion from the tray and placed it in front of her. She also grabbed the little boy, glaring at his bloodshot eyes and scolding, "Aren't you going to thank your auntie? What happened to the manners I taught you? Did you have your mouth sewn shut? Speak up!"

Seeing the boy timidly thank her, she shouted angrily, "Louder! It's all your grandparents' fault for spoiling you. You're so effeminate and timid, just like your dead father. I shouldn't have married your father so young. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had to suffer like this. You...#%..."

The woman's incessant chatter echoed throughout half the restaurant, prompting whispers among the diners and drawing serious glances from the others at the table.

The middle-aged woman with short hair interrupted her again, and was harshly scolded for meddling in other people's business. Then, she sighed helplessly and turned away without saying another word.

Eventually, the child was scolded by his mother and began to cry softly in grievance. A staff member came over and gently comforted them, hoping they would keep their voices down and not disturb other guests.

The woman panicked even more when she saw the mannequin approaching, especially after its warning. She vented all her negative emotions on her child, grabbing the tearful little boy and slapping him twice. "What are you crying for? All you do is cry! You're useless! Shut up, stop crying! I told you to keep your voice down, you're disturbing the other guests. Are you looking for death? Stop crying!"

She slapped the child on the back with all her might, fueled by anger and panic. The already frightened child cried out in pain, and the child lost his grip on the tray, spilling all the hot food onto the floor.

The crisp sound of the plate hitting the ground and the child's shrill cry silenced the restaurant once again. The customers stopped getting their food and all looked in the direction of the sound.

Not to mention the newcomers and veterans at the round table, even the established defenders were trembling with fear and stood taut.

"This is troublesome!" Kuroko closed his eyes, seemingly unable to bear watching any longer.

The uniformed figure spoke stiffly, "You shouldn't disturb other guests' dining experience. Those who waste food..." The figure's large mouth suddenly opened, revealing sharp, menacing teeth in what was previously an empty mouth. The mouth split open to an astonishing size, engulfing the little boy's head in one gulp.

The crying stopped, and the boy's body fell to the ground, his mother covered in blood from the severed neck.

The waiter pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, which had returned to normal, and then burped in the deathly silence.

A woman's horrifying scream suddenly echoed throughout the restaurant, and people at the nearest round tables immediately began to vomit. Being so close to the bloody scene, let alone vomiting, many people would faint from fright.

Fortunately, they instinctively suppressed the urge to scream and go crazy, except for the mother, who kept screaming wildly while clutching her head.

"Those who make loud noises..."

The woman's wide, terrified eyes were surrounded by four staff members, blocking everyone's view. Almost instantly, the screams and vomiting stopped simultaneously.

The staff turned around and bowed to the diners, saying, "Excuse me, please continue your meal." Then they dragged the boy's body out the door, while the diners resumed getting their food and chatting, seemingly oblivious to the cruel and heartless scene.

The woman's face slowly turned towards her.

Cheng Shuang's pupils suddenly contracted.

The woman in front of him had her mouth sewn shut with thick wire, blood spurting from the holes the wire pierced. Her bloodshot eyes were wide open, her pupils hollow. The waitress standing at the door took out a walkie-talkie, "A customer is feeling unwell. Please send someone from the medical team."

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, two slender men in white coats walked in through the door, lifted the woman up on either side, and carried her out.

The woman went out with them without realizing it.