Zhang San, please behave yourself!

"Eat! Why won't you eat?"

Zhang San sliced off pieces of meat from many parts of Niu's body; although the total amount wasn't much, he pretty much got a bit from everywhere.

Because normally when eating beef, you would need to let the blood out before consuming it.

So now, Zhang San laid out these pieces of beef on a large round plate, waiting for the blood to drain before cooking them.

Seeing the three people with eyes filled with terror and faces in panic, Zhang San laughed.

"Gentlemen, I've invited you to a beef hotpot, I provide the hotpot, and you provide the beef, quite reasonable, right?"

"Reasonable!"

"Extremely reasonable!"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

The three of them clearly dared not say anything that would contradict Zhang San.

"You wouldn't be unhappy about me asking you to eat beef, would you?"

"We wouldn't dare! No, no... I mean, we wouldn't."

"Happy, very happy."

"Yes, yes, yes... I'm so happy my pants are about to get soaked through."

Zhang San glanced at the round plate and asked, "Then why aren't you eating?"

Although the Heavenly Punishment Sect was considered a Demon Sect by the Town Martial Office, in reality, their actions were seen as quite just by the common folk; it was only through the eyes of official organizations like the Town Martial Office that they were labelled a Demon Sect.

Thus, although these three men were somewhat arrogant when they went out, according to the teachings of the Heavenly Punishment Sect, they had never bullied the weak, harmed the innocent, let alone engaged in Demon Path acts like killing people for cultivation.

Now asked to eat human flesh, how could the three of them dare?

They were kneeling on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

The three of them didn't know how to respond and could only continue trembling.

"I see."

Zhang San pretended to have a sudden realization, looked at the three men, then turned his head to look at the bloody Niu.

"It must be because you don't like the meat from these parts, right?"

Upon hearing Zhang San's implication about not eating the beef, they immediately nodded their heads vigorously.

"We don't like these pieces of meat."

"Me neither, meat gets stuck in the teeth, I've disliked it since I was a child."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Zhang San nodded slowly, turned towards Niu, and finally let his gaze settle on a certain indescribable, unmentionable part.

"I see now, what you want is the bull penis, right? It is quite nourishing. A gas station for men, a source of happiness for women!"

"But this knife isn't quite up to snuff, sir, could you please help me go out and bring back a knife?"

As he spoke, Zhang San made a mouth shape towards Wei.

Wei recognized the shape of Zhang San's lips, which meant "dull," and so he went straight to the kitchen and located a quite dull knife.

Along the way, he saw many martial artists outside the cells, overhearing and vomiting.

Wei shook his head, thinking these people simply hadn't experienced enough; Zhang San was just exceedingly graphic in his descriptions, but he hadn't actually used any cruel torture, vomiting over it seemed a bit much.

When Wei returned, he handed a kitchen knife to Zhang San, who took it and walked step by step towards Han Baiwen, who was staring at him with eyes full of terror.

Zhang San's every step was not only on the ground but also stomped on Han Baiwen's heart.

Han Baiwen lowered his gaze to his own bull penis and let out constant wails.

At that moment, he wanted to confess, but...

He just couldn't bring himself to admit that he couldn't do it!

Zhang San raised the shiny kitchen knife high, swinging it fiercely toward the bull penis.

Han Baiwen felt as if all the beef in his body were twitching.

But as the blade passed through the air, it stopped just as it was about to land.

Zhang San looked at the knife and remarked, "This knife is a bit dull, isn't it! What if it doesn't cut through, and I have to chop several times?"

With that, Zhang San picked up a whetstone nearby and sat next to Niu, beginning to sharpen the knife.

Shh—

Shh—

With each friction of the knife edge against the whetstone, it was as if it were grinding into Han Baiwen's heart.

Han Baiwen, with bulging eyes, pleaded silently.

Zhang San looked at the kitchen knife in his hand, it was about ready, time to start cutting.

He walked over to Han Baiwen with a big smile, ready to make his move.

As the knife was raised and then descended, it came to a halt.

The series of actions had scared Han Baiwen so much that his whole being started to convulse.

"Do you want it whole? Or sliced?"

Zhang San turned to look at three followers of the Heavenly Punishment Sect who, although seemingly ravenous, were actually terrified to the core.

The three were too scared to say a word, their eyes fixed desperately on their boss.

Even though the three lackeys were usually very loyal, no one dared to step forward and take the boss's place.

This was truly unbearable!

Even some of the Martial Artists from the Town Martial Office eavesdropping outside felt a chill down below.

"You see, since you're not expressing an opinion, I'll just slice it. It'll be easier to share that way."

As he spoke, Zhang San raised the kitchen knife for the third time and swung it toward Han Baiwen's most cherished part.

Just as Han Baiwen was giving up hope, he realized Zhang San's damn knife had stopped again!

Can you even do it!

Can't you make it quick!

"I don't have experience with this, afraid I might not do it well, so, you three go ahead and cut."

Zhang San said and handed the kitchen knife to one of the three.

The recipient's hands trembled as he took the kitchen knife from Zhang San, completely dumbfounded.

"No worries, just go ahead and cut. If you don't want to, you can turn around and chop me with the knife. That's one good thing about me, I don't hold grudges."

As he spoke, Zhang San turned around, showing his back to the knife-wielding follower of the Heavenly Punishment Sect, and asked Wei, "Sir, can you turn a man into a mare?"

Wei was stunned; what an odd question.

"The stallion I've been riding lately has been a bit aggressive. I suspect it's breeding season."

Wei got the hint.

"To turn a person into a horse, and even change their sex, I haven't tried before. But I can give it a go. Only, the male and female body structures are different, I might need to cut off some superfluous parts first before it can work."

Upon hearing this, the person behind Zhang San dropped the knife onto the ground.

He was really worried about cutting his own boss, something he wasn't willing to do.

But he also feared that the terrifying young man from the Town Martial Office might turn him into a mare, and then be… by that aggressive stallion.

Zhang San quickly turned around and picked up the knife from the ground.

"If you won't eat, others still will, so don't throw the knife on the ground!"

With that, Zhang San picked up the kitchen knife and handed it to the second person.

The second person was so scared that they started crying, trembling all over, hands too shaky to lift.

Zhang San could only hand the kitchen knife to the third person.

The third one possessed the highest skill in Techniques among the three.

Even though he was afraid, there was still a sliver of hope in his heart.

That was the belief that the other party was only trying to scare them, not really going to cut off their boss's thing.

After handing over the knife, Zhang San glanced at the plate beside him already prepared for the bloodied beef, feeling a sense of regret.

In a world where it wasn't allowed to casually slaughter cattle for meat, how wonderful it would be to eat beef hotpot every day!

Mind-reading Technique!

With the scant amount of Qi left inside him, he attempted to probe into Zhang San's mind.

Then...

He saw an image of sliced meat cooking in a pot.

He's not bluffing us; he truly wants to eat meat!

"Ah—"

Even though the third person, relying on the Mind-reading Technique, had seen many dirty and sordid things, at this moment, he was overwhelmed by the powerful visual shock and threw up.

With all three lackeys nearing collapse, or rather, already collapsed.

The incense stick marking the duration of the transformation into a cow had just burned out.

The magic effect that had turned Han Baiwen into a cow loosened.

In the midst of incessant mooing, a phrase in human speech suddenly erupted—"I confess to everything!"