The taste was slightly bitter, with a strange spiciness—definitely different from ordinary black pepper sauce.
"Doesn't seem like... it's doing anything?" The fat cook smacked his lips. "You motherfucker, Fack! You definitely bought a fake."
"Did I really get scammed?" the assistant cook wondered. "Impossible. I bought it from an officially certified store on TEMU. Can they still sell fakes?"
However, a few minutes later, a thunderous rumble exploded from deep within their abdomens, followed by a churning, gut-wrenching pain, as if a hand were trying to rip their intestines out.
"I... I can't take it anymore."
"Bath... bathroom."
...
Li Wei, of course, was unaware of the two assistant cooks' fate. After finishing his meal, he, Trevor, and the others swarmed from the cafeteria to the large conference room on the second floor, where the event's activity director stood waiting for them at a podium.
