The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

”Are you kidding? Just for show? Unbelievable!” The guy changing seats at the next table rubbed his forehead. ”It’s completely unnecessary.”

”It’s not unnecessary because the final round will be broadcast live.”

”Live broadcast?” The guy immediately straightened up, fixed his hair and clothes. ”How do I look? Handsome?”

The server chuckled, ”Very handsome.”

The guy let out a sigh of relief, ”Good thing I’m not quitting, or there’d be no chance for face time! Although I can’t compete with you all in eating, I’m the ’looks’ guy at our table!”

The little White Person gave him a sideways glance. ”You’re just an airhead.”

Little Taotie covered her mouth, snickering.

Yuanyuan nodded in agreement. ”Agreed.”

The guy’s mouth twitched. He hurriedly asked the server, ”The live broadcast hasn’t started yet, right?”

”The competition hasn’t started yet, it’s not on yet. You can take a break or go to the restroom, or freshen up your appearance.”

This is one of the reasons why the server previously suggested giving them some rest time.

The server suggested again that they take a break, but was still turned down.

Little Taotie waved her hand.

Yuanyuan shook her head. ”No need.”

Not that the face is real, nor is the appearance, no need to worry about looking ugly.

The little White Person didn’t care either. ”Just leave it as it is, no need to tidy up.”

The guy, however, was really tempted to check himself in the mirror, but since everyone rejected the suggestion, he couldn’t be the exception and became a drag. So he followed suit and waved his hand. ”No need.”

”If that’s the case, then I’ll start the countdown.”

”Just do the countdown,” the guy urged.

”3, 2, 1, start!”

The live broadcast also kicked off at that moment!

Alongside were all the franchise locations streaming, essentially the final competition at this time.

Due to the increased elimination rate from the second round to the third, the remaining participants for this fourth round were sparse.

Some places even had only one person left.

In those cases, there was no need for further competition, just directly broadcasting the prize distribution segment, allowing this person to advance straight to the main store’s finals.

Yuanyuan was eating faster and faster, no longer concerned about appearance because she realized the little White Person was eating too fast; she was having a hard time keeping up.

The little White Person placed a chicken wing in his mouth, then twisted and pulled, leaving the bone intact when it emerged—a true human-shaped, unfeeling chicken wing-eating machine.

Little Taotie was somewhat surprised, still eating ”elegantly.” Even though her speed had increased, she couldn’t match how the little White Person ate.

Little Taotie lowered her voice. ”We seem to be unable to beat him.”

Little Taotie felt she could eat a lot, but the competition was timed: whoever ate the most in half an hour won. That meant she had little chance of winning now. In the time she ate one wing, he had finished three. How could she compete?

Yuanyuan, too, knew Little Taotie was struggling; in truth, she was also in trouble.

Initially, she thought they’d easily overcome their opponent as before, but this opponent was genuinely tough to handle.

She recalled the little White Person jokingly telling Little Taotie he’s been hungry for a thousand years!

Could he really be a Thousand-Year Starved Ghost?

How could they compete?

The major issue was the competition format. If it were based on total food consumption, they could clear several tables. But now, competing on quantity within half an hour was quite a challenge.

”Can we push harder?”

Little Taotie pouted, ”I eat one, he can eat four now!”

He’s getting faster and faster!