As for Sun Xingzhe pretending to be dumb, Shun Lie had no way to deal with it, but a suspicion had started to form faintly in his heart. Could the legend that this senior Sun Xingzhe had encountered the descent of that gentleman be true?
And was his madness really cured by that man's Flat Peach?
However, if it truly involved that person, then there was no point in asking any further. Shun Lie simply suppressed his curiosity and focused on driving.
Soon, the car had stopped at the entrance of the Taste Battle Arena.
The Taste Battle Arena, known as an absolutely neutral Delicious Food institution, had branches all over the world and was responsible for hosting Taste Battles, including but not limited to:
Drafting contracts, providing venues, inviting judges, live streaming the competitions...
It could be said that aside from entering the arena themselves, they would do anything and everything related to Taste Battles.
"Hello, are you here to schedule a Taste Battle?"
