Chapter 80 The Stolen Broken Ship

"The food here is really good. It's to my taste."

Booven, who was having a big meal, was full of greasy food residue. He swallowed a few mouthfuls of food together, feeling extremely happy.

Patting his round belly, Booven smiled with satisfaction.

However, compared with Demis, his fighting capacity was undoubtedly a little weaker.

Maybe it was because he was a little old that his appetite was greatly reduced.

Demis was still fighting fiercely with food. In the blink of an eye, the first few dishes were snatched away. When the roast chicken was served, it lost its legs. After eating the chicken, Demis didn't forget to lick his greasy fingers, which looked unsatisfied.

"No wonder there are so many people here. The dishes are really good."

Demis echoed. He picked up a bowl of wine and gulped it down.

"Come on, let's drink!" Demis finished the wine in one gulp and filled another glass for himself. Then he raised his hand and clinked glasses with the two in front of him.