Sensing the commotion behind him, Lin Yi instinctively shrank his neck. He turned to glance back and found the No. 10 food purchase window in complete disarray.
In the midst of the smoke and dust, the dismembered limbs of the chef in the green apron and some sculpture-like fragments were faintly visible.
The chefs in green aprons who originally intended to pursue them faced the brunt of the matrix explosion up close and perished on the spot, leaving hardly any rubble behind.
Not until he had left the student cafeteria did Lin Yi curiously ask, "Wei Sang, did you and Kuai Kuai set them up?"
"Did you really think we were going to join them?" Kuai Hongji sinisterly leaned in, "Old Lin, I think you're really hungry."
With Kuai Hongji's remark, Lin Yi's expression became somewhat awkward. "I'm not hungry, but what was your plan?"
"A spur-of-the-moment idea, no plan needed," Kuai Hongji said. "Just wanted to give them a little surprise."
