I Work As A Cook In The Wasteland

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  Chapter 55 Who is behind it?
  Qi Ling woke up with a unique fragrance.

  The pain that followed made Qi Ling's head completely clear.

  He was now tied to a stake in the rocky camp, with thick chains tightly trapping him.

  Both arms were removed, leaving him unable to use any strength.

  Not far away, the group of people were chatting and laughing, constantly fighting for some food.

  The aroma of meat hit his nostrils, and Qi Ling's stomach began to cramp.

  Someone clearly saw him waking up, but they turned a blind eye.

  Especially that woman, who looked at me coldly and ate with relish.

  This made Qi Ling a little angry. She didn't kill herself, but tied herself here as a meal.

  This humiliation made Qi Ling have murderous intent in his eyes.

  He stared at Su Mo and showed a nasty smile, not caring that he had become meat on the chopping board.

  "Do you really don't care about him?"

  Uncle Lang asked in a low voice, tapping Su Mo's arm.

  "Let it dry first."

  Su Mo said calmly.

  People like predators are not afraid of threats and death. Even if they are tortured, they may not be able to get the other party to tell them the information they want.

  It's better to just put the other party aside and deal with it coldly.

  "I said to Zhang Tiewei, this piece of meat was the one I was interested in first, get out of the way!"

  Wang Qing, who has always been active in doing food, wanted to squeeze Zhang Tiewei away, but the other party nimbly dodged it.

  Just when Zhang Tie was about to feel proud, the piece of meat in Zhang Tie's bowl was taken away by Xiao Xinghuo.

  "Hahaha, you are so stupid!"

  An ordinary person laughed at the two warriors, but the piece of meat flew away from Xiao Xinghuo's mouth.

  He crossed the crowd and landed not far from Qi Ling.

  The cooked stew was extremely soft and rotten, and it was contaminated by the soil when it was smashed on the gravel.

  But the bright colors are still eye-catching.

  The smell of meat came closer, and Qi Zhuo's stomach let out a cry of hunger again.

  "Hey, I'm hungry!"

  Qi Ling shouted, but no one answered his call.

  At the end of the meal, Qi Ling was still tied to the pillar, while everyone in the camp was doing their own thing and were not disturbed by this sudden presence at all.

  From noon to evening.

  Smelling the constant aroma of food in the camp, Qi Ling went from being unruly and even provocative at the beginning to now sullenly watching those people drinking and eating late night snacks.