God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

The black old man was seen flying backwards towards the courtyard wall at an alarming speed like a cannonball out of control.

Accompanied by a dull crash, the courtyard wall was instantly shaken and then collapsed with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust.

And Hei Lao fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string, looking in a miserable state.

A mouthful of bright red blood gushed out from Hei Lao's mouth, splashing onto the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

However, at this moment, Hei Lao had no time to care about how serious his injuries were. The only thought in his mind was to quickly explain the whole story to Huang Lao in front of him.

Despite suffering such a severe blow, his mind remained clear and agile.

"Mr. Huang, I really didn't know he was you..."

Hei Lao endured the severe pain in his body, gasped for breath, and spoke with difficulty.

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted coldly by Mr. Huang.

"You know now?"

Mr. Huang's voice was icy cold, as if it could penetrate one's soul, making one feel chilled.

At this moment, Mr. Huang was completely different from the amiable and friendly person he had been when he was with Ye Changqing before. He exuded a frightening and majestic aura.

Facing Mr. Huang's merciless questioning, Mr. Hei clenched his teeth tightly, veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down.

But he knew very well that he was in an absolutely disadvantageous position at the moment, and no amount of excuses would help.

So, after some inner struggle, Hei Lao finally lowered his once arrogant head and spoke humbly.

"I know I was wrong, please punish me, Master Huang."

As the saying goes, he who knows the times is a hero. Since my skills are inferior to others, any words I say will be in vain.

Just like just now, if Mr. Huang had not appeared in time to stop it, no matter how tough Ye Changqing and Ma Qiankun were, they would have to bow their heads and admit their mistakes in the end.

But who could have imagined that Hei Lao, who was so majestic and high-spirited a second ago, would end up like this in the blink of an eye.

However, just as Hei Lao's words fell, without any warning, a low roar filled with endless resentment and anger suddenly rang out.

When everyone heard the voice and looked, they saw that Wu Zhong, who had remained silent all along, actually spoke at this moment.

His voice was unusually hoarse and low, as if this question was forced out from between his teeth, making people tremble.

Wu Zhong lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly together. His knuckles had turned white due to excessive force.

Under the astonished gazes of the others, he finally slowly raised his head.

His eyes had already turned red, like two flames burning with blazing jealousy, staring straight at Mr. Huang.

In addition to jealousy, his eyes even revealed a hint of madness.

“Wu…”

Seeing Wu Zhong like this, Hei Lao thought something was wrong and opened his mouth hurriedly to dissuade him.

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, he was ruthlessly interrupted by Wu Zhong.

At this moment, Wu Zhong seemed to be completely immersed in his own emotional world. He didn't care at all about what Hei Lao wanted to say.

Wu Zhong's eyes were still fixed on Mr. Huang, and he clenched his teeth and questioned like a madman.

“Why? Why wasn’t that person me?”

Every word he uttered sounded like a curse squeezed out from the depths of his throat, filled with deep resentment and resentment.

Obviously, Wu Zhong was questioning Mr. Huang in the harshest way at this moment.

Time goes back to many years ago, when Wu Zhong had just passed the assessment for the young city lord. He was a young man full of confidence and ambition.

At that time, he, like Ye Changqing now, faced an important decision - to choose a protector to assist him in his future path of cultivation.

Just like Ye Changqing now, Wu Zhong also needs to find the one who suits him best among many strong people.

Wu Zhong, who had lofty ambitions, naturally set his eyes on the famous Mr. Huang.

In his eyes, Mr. Huang not only had unfathomable strength, but was also highly respected. If he could get help from this master, his path of cultivation would surely be smooth sailing.

Therefore, in order to fulfill this wish, Wu Zhong did not hesitate to ask the city lord to personally take action, and with the influence of his family, he visited Huang Lao again and again. Every time he met, Wu Zhong would sincerely express his admiration for Huang Lao and his eager expectation to receive his protection.

At that time, Wu Zhong was full of confidence and firmly believed that with his talent and potential, he was no less than anyone else in the world.

Even when facing those famous top monsters from the fairy world, he showed no fear.

In his heart, only a peerless master like Mr. Huang is qualified to be his protector.

However, reality is often contrary to one's wishes.

Although Wu Zhong made many efforts, he was ultimately rejected ruthlessly by Mr. Huang.

What made him even more embarrassed was that because he had repeatedly gone to bother him, Mr. Huang finally lost his patience, and in his rage, he even drove the ancestor of the Wu family out without any courtesy.

Looking back to the past, Mr. Huang had never even looked at him straight in the eye. However, today, the situation has changed drastically. Mr. Huang rejected him and chose Ye Changqing, who seemed to be inferior to him in any way!

"Why would you choose him instead of me? In what way am I inferior to him?"

Wu Zhong clenched his teeth, his face full of unwillingness and stubbornness, and questioned Mr. Huang angrily.

At this moment, facing Wu Zhong's aggressive questioning, Mr. Huang remained calm from beginning to end, without the slightest fluctuation in expression, and it was even more difficult to detect any joy, anger, sorrow or happiness from his face.

He just opened his lips and responded calmly.

"Are you questioning this old man?"

"That's right, why can't the person you choose be me?"

Wu Zhong still gritted his teeth, held his head high, and answered without flinching.

As he blurted out these words, Mr. Huang seemed as if nothing had happened and did not show much reaction, but Mr. Hei, who had been kneeling beside him, was frightened out of his wits in an instant.

I was shocked.

"This kid is simply tired of living. How dare he talk to Mr. Huang in such an attitude."

As expected, in just the next second, Mr. Huang's bone-chilling voice suddenly rang out, containing a chilling chill.

"Do you really think that your so-called status as Young City Lord and the title of Young Master of the Wu Family alone can save your life? And make me afraid to kill you?"