At this time, a sound came from the distant alley.

"Little bastard, you dare to come to the cafeteria to steal food. I'm against you."

Then, the sound of messy footsteps rang out.

Don’t use your mind to explore the past.

I saw a teenage boy with torn clothes and dirty hair running quickly towards this side.

Two dirty hands were holding a steamed bun.

While running, he bit off a bite of the steamed bun.

Behind was a middle-aged man wearing a dirty apron, and he quickly followed him.

Middle-aged people are very fast, and they can reach ten meters in one step.

It should be a level 1 corpse hunter.

At the C10 base, even those who cook in the canteen were actually corpse hunters.

The middle-aged man came to the child in a few steps.

He grabbed the child's neckline with one hand and lifted him up in the air.

"Little bastard, the base leader has ordered."

"The base has a shortage of food. Now adults have two steamed buns a day and children have one steamed bun a day. Do you want to die?"

As he said that, he reached out to grab the steamed buns from his child.

The child said vaguely: "Adults two a day, why did you get six? I saw them all."

As he said that, he quickly opened his mouth on another steamed bun and took a bite.

The chef saw that the child bite both steamed buns, and there were black claw marks on them.

I couldn't help but be furious.

"Damn it, I'm going to be stubborn! I won't beat you to death!"

As he said that, he swung his right hand away and was about to pull it into the child's face.

But at this moment, he felt as if there was a huge invisible palm that suddenly grabbed him.

He threw it away from afar.

He threw it seventy or eighty meters away and fainted immediately.

The child was thrown to the ground and looked back.

I saw the chef who fainted seventy or eighty meters away.

I couldn't help but be stunned.
Chapter completed!