At this point, Zhang Kuang seemed to have thought of something. His pupils contracted in an instant, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Oh my, it can't be from that Level 6 Black-pupiled Demon Bull, can it!"
"Ah, I can't resist it anymore!"
He reached for his chopsticks, preparing to attack the food eagerly.
However, when his gaze fell on the plate, he was immediately taken aback.
Originally there were around seventeen or eighteen pounds of beef, but only a small piece was left, looking no more than just two pounds or so.
"Don't move, the rest is mine!"
Zhang Kuang roared fiercely, grabbing the entire plate and shielding it in front of him, looking like anyone who dared touch it would become his enemy.
This was meat from the Black-pupiled Demon Bull, the flesh of a level 6 demon beast, not ordinary beef.
Thinking about this, Zhang Kuang felt an overwhelming sense of frustration.