Chapter 343

The Lei De side, apart from him, seems to have all fallen into the hands of Amakusa Shirou.

Although he didn't know what Amakusa Shirou wanted to do, the other party's actions clearly showed they had ulterior motives.

He was still nominally on the Lei De side, but in reality, he was already a lone wolf.

Extra Feng Xi: "Since that's the case, do you want to cooperate with me?"

Extra Feng Xi actually had quite a good impression of Shishigou.

"... Let me consider it."

Shishigou didn't agree, but he didn't directly refuse either.

"Snap!"

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, this gluttony competition ended with Mo's defeat.

Although she wanted to hold on, her stomach had truly reached its limit.

Although Mo also had the glutton attribute, compared to the King, she was still far behind.

"You are still far behind, Sir Mordred."

Watching Mo collapse, the King calmly finished another roasted knuckle.

"Damn it..."

"Alright, stop forcing yourself."

Mo wanted to crawl up and fight again, but Shishigou saw this and stepped forward to hold her down.

Even as a Servant, one shouldn't abuse their stomach like this.

"Ugh, my stomach capacity really is far behind Father King's..."

Mo resisted the urge to vomit and said, half-dead.

"Looking at it this way, if you want to inherit your Father King's royal stomach, you'll have to work harder in the future."

Extra Feng Xi took the opportunity to step forward and make sarcastic remarks.

"Ugh..."

Mo was now too weak to pay attention to Extra Feng Xi; she couldn't even move from being so full.

Just like that, they rested until evening before Mo finally recovered.

"It's already dark."

Mo spoke up: "Hey, you said that by tonight you would let Father King accept my challenge."

"Yes, yes, do as you please."

Extra Feng Xi looked at the King, letting her make the decision.

"I understand, Sir Mordred."

Seeing Mo so persistent, the King had no choice but to agree.

Afterward, everyone paid and left, finding a remote place to summon their respective vehicles.

"Good guy, are you all really Heroic Spirits?"

Looking at the King and the others, each with a motorcycle, Shishigou was instantly covered in black lines.

These Heroic Spirits were much trendier than he had imagined.

"Oh!!!"

Seeing the King's Cu Chulainn-style motorcycle, Mo's eyes immediately lit up with little stars, and then she looked at Shishigou.

The meaning was self-evident.

"Wait for me, I'm going to get the car."

Shishigou pretended not to see it and immediately turned around to run away.

Just kidding, the price of a motorcycle isn't cheap, and these guys fight so fiercely that the motorcycle would probably be scrapped in less than two days.

Soon, Shishigou drove his Volkswagen over, loaded up the dissatisfied Mo, and the group headed toward the suburbs.