CFSMS -Chapter 85 If You’ve Got the Ability, Hit Me—Come On, Hit Me!

Cang Heguang’s appearance had emptied Lu Wu’s stall. The ingredients were gone, and it was getting late, so Lu Wu decided to close up for the day.

The casino’s doors remained tightly shut.

As she walked back, enjoying the evening breeze, Lu Wu suddenly heard the system notification.

【Mission Progress: 21/200】

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The progress bar had suddenly jumped forward a little.

Lu Wu was baffled.

Did the counter break?

The system flashed its presence to prove that it was functioning perfectly fine. Seeing that, Lu Wu didn’t dwell on it any further. As long as the progress was increasing, it was a good thing.

Inside the City Lord’s secret prison, gamblers were locked inside cells by chains imbued with sealing power.

In the dim environment, they looked like trapped beasts.

Cang Heguang arrived with measured steps.

The deliberate sound of his footsteps caused all the gamblers to look toward him.

Their bloodshot eyes were filled with resentment.

“Let me out!”

“Why won’t you let me gamble?!”

One gambler rushed forward and tried to attack Cang Heguang, only to be stopped by the chains.

Looking at them, Cang Heguang’s gaze was full of pity.

These people had been rescued some time ago. He had tried every method imaginable, yet none could pull them out of this frenzied state.

If he didn’t imprison them, they would simply return to the casino and continue gambling until they lost everything.

Fortunately, there was now hope.

“Open the door.”

He instructed his subordinates.

The metal prison door swung open.

Taking out a serving of skewers from his storage space, he stepped inside.

The environment was unpleasant, filled with sour and foul odors.

Against such smells, the domineering aroma of the skewers stood out immediately.

The shouting gamblers were instantly attracted.

Their eyes fixed on the food, and the murkiness within them seemed to fade somewhat.

It’s working!

Cang Heguang brought the skewers closer and noticed the violent gamblers visibly calming down.

“Do you want some?” he asked.

Picking up a skewer, he held it toward one of the gamblers.

It was a pork tenderloin skewer.

Thin slices of tenderloin were wrapped around the bamboo stick. Even without prior marination, simply absorbing the flavors of the spicy broth and taking on that vivid reddish hue was enough to tempt anyone.

The fragrance of meat and spices slowly dispersed the foul atmosphere within the room.

Like a sudden light appearing in darkness, no matter how faint, it would still draw lost travelers toward it.

The gamblers who had been shouting for their release now swallowed hard, desire filling their eyes.

“Food…”

“I want to eat…”

Someone spoke hoarsely, rare clarity appearing in his gaze.

Seeing these changes, Cang Heguang immediately ordered the skewers divided up and fed to them.

He had purchased quite a lot of skewers from Lu Wu, but most of them had been sent to the Blazing Flame Secret Realm.

The gamblers had already consumed a considerable amount, leaving only a small portion in his possession.

As the aroma drifted through the air, hunger stirred in his own stomach.

To maintain the dignity of a City Lord, he forcibly suppressed the urge to compete with the gamblers for food and instead carefully observed their condition.

“We… what’s happened to us?”

One gambler asked after eating a few bites, his speech much clearer now.

As far as he remembered, he had merely entered the casino. The next thing he knew, he was a prisoner here.

The other gamblers were also improving.

The effects of the parasitic curse were being dispelled in a way that Cang Heguang could not comprehend.

Though their bodies remained weak, some recovery and nourishment would be enough to restore them.

Cang Heguang did not hide the truth. He told them everything and also asked how they had fallen victim to the curse in the first place.

The discussion lasted a long time.

When he finally left the prison, he instructed his subordinates to send the gamblers to the medical hall and ensure they received proper care.

One order after another was issued.

The operation against the Fallen Immortals Society had now become much more promising.

“My own food hasn’t been touched yet.”

Back in his room, Cang Heguang took out the skewers he had set aside.

He had reserved over a dozen portions for himself, covering every flavor.

They were neatly arranged across the table.

Being a man who appreciated ceremony, he washed his hands thoroughly before sitting down.

He picked up a skewer but didn’t eat it immediately.

Instead, he held it beneath his nose and inhaled deeply.

“Fragrant!”

“The color, the aroma—there’s absolutely nothing to criticize.”

“A perfect ten out of ten.”

Like a top-tier gourmet critic, he solemnly evaluated Lu Wu’s skewers.

A perfect score represented his sincere opinion.

Picking up a skewer of tofu skin, he examined it.

The pale-yellow tofu skin was coated in chili oil. Its soft appearance made him curious about its texture.

Without further hesitation, he took a bite.

There was no beaniness, no bitterness.

The slightly chewy tofu skin had absorbed every drop of broth. As his teeth and palate compressed it, rich juices burst forth.

Combined with the spicy kick of the chili, the result was utterly addictive.

This was Cang Heguang’s first time tasting food made by Lu Wu.

It was also the first time he realized that there were things in this world more enticing than cultivation.

He immediately grabbed a chicken claw.

This one was flavored with green peppercorn numb-spice seasoning.

The chicken claw had been simmered the longest. Its firm flesh had become wonderfully tender.

With a slight movement of his wrist, the meat jiggled gently.

Cang Heguang dipped it into the sour-and-spicy sauce and couldn’t wait any longer.

The tendons and cartilage crunched pleasantly in his mouth.

The green peppercorns fully unleashed their charm.

A faint numbness spread across his tongue, but it only encouraged him to continue.

The sour, spicy, and numbing flavors overwhelmed his ability to think.

His jaws moved rapidly as he devoured the chicken claw.

“Slurp!”

Even the broth that dripped onto his fingertips was carefully licked clean.

Not a single drop could be wasted.

This was concentrated essence!

Still unsatisfied, Cang Heguang reached for more.

His hand grabbed nothing.

Startled, he looked carefully.

The table that should have been piled high with skewers now held only a few leftovers.

In their place sat a growing pile of discarded bamboo sticks.

“Brat, you’ve got delicious food and didn’t even think to call me over. Who taught you to keep all the good stuff to yourself?”

A voice suddenly rang out in the room.

Cang Heguang looked up.

On the chair opposite him—which should have been empty—a figure was now sitting comfortably.

It was Grandpa Li.

The old man had clearly been there for quite a while. He was leisurely chewing on a pork skewer, the oil glistening at the corners of his mouth.

Faced with Cang Heguang’s accusing stare, Grandpa Li merely glanced back lazily.

“What? Not convinced?”

“If you’ve got the ability, come hit me.”

“Go on, hit me!”

“If you win, I’ll vomit everything I’ve eaten back up for you.”

The old man swung one leg over the other, completely fearless, embodying the spirit of a shameless bandit.

If not for being delayed by some matters he had to handle, he wouldn’t have let this youngster enjoy the delicacies first.

That little Lu girl really was something.

Who knew how her brain worked?

Every new dish she made was another surprise.

Wiping his mouth, he casually picked up another skewer and deliberately ate it right in front of Cang Heguang.

This time it was a fried tofu puff.

The exterior was chewy while the interior remained soft.

One bite released a flood of flavorful broth that instantly filled his mouth.

Grandpa Li slowed down and began humming a cheerful tune while savoring it.

He was feeling absolutely delighted.

Unable to beat him and not daring to curse him, Cang Heguang could only stand up and begin cleaning the mess on the table.

His unexpectedly domestic appearance earned him a rogue-like whistle from Grandpa Li.