Chapter 1473

Guarding a prisoner, you still have ideas? Hearing your companion's words, this Law Enforcement Hall steward is full of doubts.

【2】 Seeing this, the steward who spoke first grinned and continued to transmit via sound.

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"Are we only able to eat because of this old thing?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Then do you want to eat for a few more days?"

"I do."

Who wouldn't want to eat the canteen's food for a few more days? Given the chance, who wouldn't want to eat every meal like the elders and peak master? Isn't it because we don't have this treatment?

Seeing him still looking bewildered, the steward snapped angrily.

"You're really stupid; as long as this old thing doesn't confess, couldn't we just stay in the canteen and eat every meal?"

Huh???

Upon hearing this, the steward who had been dazed suddenly snapped to attention, as if it really were the case.

He unconsciously turned his head to look behind at Zhang Zhanglao, who was tied to the pole.

Immediately, both Law Enforcement Hall stewards involuntarily let out a strange, grating laugh.

Huh???

Zhang Zhanglao, who had been keeping his eyes closed in endurance, couldn't help but open his eyes at the strange laughter.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the two stewards staring at him with bright eyes, their mouths almost split to their ears.

That expression looks downright creepy—what wicked scheme are those two hatching?

Zhang Zhanglao still didn't know what they were thinking, but at this moment the two stewards looking at him found him increasingly amiable—this old man was practically their steady meal ticket.

Having made up their minds, they absolutely could not let this old man confess easily; otherwise, how would they get their meals?

Anyway, whether this old man confesses or not doesn't matter; the holy land already knows whatever needs to be known.

Especially regarding the matter of the Cangyue Sect.

Isn't the reason they keep staring at this old man because of Shi Song's stubborn nature?

Having decided, the two stewards felt immensely relieved—wouldn't this mean they could eat every day?

Not knowing what he was about to endure, when breakfast came the next day, Zhang Zhanglao was again made ravenous by the aroma of the food.

Even though he already had the cultivation of a great emperor, how could he still be made this hungry by these foods?

Yesterday he had already been keeping his eyes shut and enduring; today Zhang Zhanglao likewise kept his eyes tightly closed.

But the aroma was simply too much to resist; he found himself secretly opening his eyes several times.

Seeing the two stewards feasting with oil dripping from their mouths made it even harder to resist.

But the two stewards simply ignored him altogether.

After finishing breakfast, the two stewards lounged comfortably on the rocking chairs.

This duty is so easy— not only do they get to eat the canteen's food every day without a hitch, but it's not tiring at all; it's practically a vacation.

This duty, they could stick with for a year without any problem.

It's just that Zhang Zhanglao suffers; having forcibly endured two meals, he can already be considered a person of very strong will.

But by lunchtime, Zhang Zhanglao had truly reached his limit.

Although he gritted his teeth and persisted, he knew he probably couldn't go any further.

Sure enough, when evening came, that brat Shan Hu finally brought over the food—and this time, damn it, it was a special side dish: three dishes and a soup.

Seeing the three dishes and a soup on the table before them, the two stewards' eyes lit up, and they looked at Shan Hu in disbelief.

"Shan Hu, what does this mean?"

"It's what the eldest brother made for the sisters-in-law; he made extra and included you."

"Anyway, it's just making a bit more; it's no trouble."

But upon hearing this, the two stewards only felt as if a windfall had fallen from the sky—this enormous fortune, had it finally come their way?

Somewhat unable to hold back, they wanted to cry—what should they do?

They could actually enjoy a special side dish—doesn't that mean they're eating better than Shi Song?

Meanwhile, Zhang Zhanglao, tied behind the pole, gazed at the three dishes and soup on the table, his saliva never ceasing.

After some hesitation, he finally decided and shouted at the two of them.

"I'll say anything; as long as you give me a meal of this food, I'll tell you whatever you ask."

He had conceded, softened his stance, but after his words fell, there was no response for a long time.

The two stewards acted as if they hadn't heard him at all, continuing to bury their heads in eating.

"It's delicious; this side dish really is better than the big pot meal—try this fish-flavored shredded pork."

"And this stewed meat is also tasty."

"Could Elder Ye's cooking possibly be anything but good?"

The two ate while constantly praising it, making Zhang Zhanglao even more famished.

Unable to hold back, he shouted again.

"Hey, did you hear me speaking? I'll confess, I'll tell you anything—just give me a bite of this food."

Still getting no response, seeing this, Zhang Zhanglao couldn't hold back and shouted angrily.

"I'm talking to you—can you hear me?"

"I said I'll confess—why don't you give me a reply?"

Hearing Zhang Zhanglao's angry roar from behind, one of the stewards rushed forward and clapped a hand over his mouth.

Then he glanced around—good, no one was paying attention here—and afterwards turned his head to glare ferociously at Zhang Zhanglao.

Why are you yelling so loud, what are you trying to summon? It's not the time yet.

Huh???

Hearing this, Zhang Zhanglao was stunned. Damn, weren't you always letting me speak, letting me talk before?

Now I want to speak, you say it's not the time? Then what the hell counts as the time?

He looked with eyes full of doubt at the steward covering his mouth; at that moment another steward came to his side and spoke softly.

"How come this old thing wants to speak now? We can't let him speak so easily; we've only had a few meals."

"I know, seal this old thing's mouth so he can't speak."

"Exactly, can't let him speak just like that; let him wait half a month first."

Hearing their words, Zhang Zhanglao was dumbfounded. Half a month? Are you guys devils?

It's only been two days, actually just one and a half days, and he can't hold out anymore, and you want to torment me for half a month?

Unfortunately, the two stewards didn't give him any chance at all, directly sealing his mouth so he couldn't speak.

He then turned around and continued eating.

Only Zhang Zhanglao remained behind, his eyes red, unable to make a sound, constantly struggling there.

These two bastards, he finally figured them out.

You want to eat, so you're using this old man as a meal ticket?

You guys are eating your fill, have you ever thought about me? I damn well want to eat too.

Unfortunately, the two stewards from the Law Enforcement Hall never paid him any attention at all; now you want to speak? Impossible—if you speak, where will we get our meals?

Such a sweet deal, who would give it up?

Zhang Zhanglao's eyes were red as he stared at the backs of the two Law Enforcement Hall stewards; if looks could kill, they'd have been sliced to pieces already—these two are inhuman.