Feng Xun's stomach was injured. What could he possibly eat? He would probably throw up right away.
Feng Wu stared at Feng Xun. "Listen to me, Feng Xun. Get down from there."
Feng Xun shouted, "No!"
He then challenged Babu. "Bring it on!"
Babu said, "Do you think I'm afraid of you? You're such a weakling!"
He then sat down on the chair and waved his hand. "Bring me the Golden Blood Cow!"
On both sides of the platform, people were busy roasting food.
At Babu's command, his people brought him a roast Golden Blood Cow.
Feng Xun's men were a little slower, but four people soon carried a cow onto the stage as well.
A Golden Blood Cow was 3m long, 2m tall and weighed over 250kg.
Its meat was tender and juicy, but Feng Xun felt his stomach lurch when he looked at the cow.
That was a lot.
Meanwhile, Babu had ripped off a leg and stuffed it into his mouth. After a few bites, there was only a bone left.
