Arc 3 (9). The florists are bitches.

"... what are we even doing right now..." Li Huan whispered as he dreadfully stared at the boiling pot.

They were currently saving their 20th victim and it felt like they were waiting for their impending death...

The victim's name was Ming Zhi and he was a culinary student on his way to become a chef.

Ming Zhi asked them to become his taste testers in order for him to believe their nonsense.

Zhao Fang, who usually enjoyed eating was currently sweating bullets.

"Don't be shy! please help yourselves" Ming Zhi said as he pushed the pot full of unknown ingredients near them.

'Help ourselves to run away is what I would say at this time...' Li Huan thought but the system's voice quickly cut his train of thoughts.

[Host! remember that you cannot leave Ming Zhi alone!]

"..." Fucking bitch.

Zhao Fang lifted his trembling hand and picked up (what seemed to be) a vegetable with his chopsticks.

He audibly gulped as he stared at it before shoving it into his mouth.