Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

Chapter 445 Ingredient Preparation

After a period of conversation, Tong's loneliness gradually dissipated without her realizing it. Although Fan Wei was the one doing most of the talking, she listened attentively with her eyes closed.

But the subtle understanding between them flows like lively music.

But the time spent together couldn't last forever.

As time passed, Tong cut off her reluctance and took the initiative to remind her, "Misser, you should leave, otherwise they will find out something is wrong."

As a leader in the organization, Tong was naturally aware of the efficiency of his subordinates.

Fan Wei paused, swallowed his words, and then said in a cheerful rather than farewell tone, "Then let's part for a while. While I'm away, I'll keep you company with the delicious food I make myself."

He took out the specially prepared snacks and gifts and solemnly handed them to Tong.

"When I feel lonely, I eat a piece of food, as if I have someone by my side."

"Mmm!" Tong smiled, holding the gift box decorated with many little stars. She was as happy as a child who had received a gift, and in the dim light, she looked like a blooming pale blue flower.

"it's beautiful..."

As he left the room, the dust murmured to himself. Fan Wei paused, then nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes."

"A woman like her deserves only the best man in the world."

"Yeah yeah?"

Unable to discern the subtle difference, Fan Wei noticed a change; Dust seemed somewhat downcast, and he subconsciously encouraged her, "You're great too, Miss Dust!"

"She's also a very beautiful woman!"

Seemingly taken aback by the sudden remark, Dust glared at Fan Wei with his heterochromatic eyes, then punched him on the shoulder with his fist.

"Hmph! Bad guy!"

Being inexplicably scolded, Fan Wei turned his head with a look of utter confusion, then watched the dust settle in the distance with light footsteps and gave a wry smile. Women, truly unfathomable creatures...

It took some time to get back from underground.

After all, the damaged elevator needs to be repaired and the signs of battle erased to prevent it from being discovered by those who enter later.

As dusk fell, the two, who had been pretending to take a stroll, returned to their doorway only to encounter a group of grim-faced officials from the Tong Agency who seemed to be waiting for them.

"Mr. Mischel, why aren't you in your room?"

An officer from the Tong Agency strode closer, his face grim as he questioned, "Where have you been all this time? You weren't planning to infiltrate the agency and cause trouble, were you?"

How can you say that?

Fan Wei raised an eyebrow and said bluntly, "Without evidence, don't slander someone's innocence. You didn't care that Director Tong was injured, but now you're questioning me."

"Then what use are you?!"

Seeing that Fan Wei was not intimidated, the Tong agency cadres were unsure of what to do. They were already hesitant to do anything directly, so they were speechless for a moment, and the atmosphere on the scene suddenly froze.

It wasn't until a more slick official came up and smiled ingratiatingly that the atmosphere eased.

"Ahem, Mr. Misel, please don't be angry. We were just a little anxious because our distinguished guest was missing. We didn't mean to suspect you."

Are you all relieved now?

Having met Tong, Fan Wei didn't want to waste any more time. These people weren't on the same side as him, and there was no point in continuing the entanglement.

The group of people opposite fell silent. At this moment, several soldiers from the headquarters walked up from behind. After seeing Fan Wei, they quietly went around to their direct superior and whispered a few words to him. The troubled official's expression immediately softened.

"Well, we have no further questions, Mr. Misser. Please proceed."

Officials who had received the news left in droves, without uttering a single unnecessary word, as if they were afraid of getting into trouble.

This was unexpected for Fan Wei, but considering that he hadn't met any senior staff or leaders since he arrived, it probably already indicated the overall attitude of the Pupil Agency.

The eldest brother's incident has already had a significant impact.

Even if they know they are probably guilty, they don't want to cause trouble unless there is very clear evidence.

Even just waiting here to say a few words is just a matter of attitude.

Self-preservation and compromise are the true art of politics.

"That's fine, it'll save everyone some trouble." Fan Wei smiled and left, covered in dust. Time was tight, and he barely had a moment to spare.

After saying goodbye, he returned to the restaurant alone, and vanished without a trace.

It's time to collect and prepare the ingredients for the event.

The air in the End of the World still carried a strong smell of blood. In a secret space known to few, Fan Wei appeared out of nowhere in the dead tree in the center of the Blood Lake.

Uncle Caggins' former hideout was expanded into a special restaurant.

There seems to be only one guest here at the moment.

As his field of vision shifted, Fan Wei instinctively felt a chill run down his spine when he first caught sight of a white figure.

'Angel!'

This monstrous creature, existing in the End of the World, stands quietly in a corner of the tree hollow, resembling a statue, as if it has been waiting here for a long time.

"Haha, long time no see," Fan Wei greeted somewhat awkwardly.

He left without a word, so his aura was naturally a bit weak when they met again. Fortunately, the angel didn't care about that at all. When she saw Fan Wei return, she didn't show any emotional fluctuation.

She simply extended her slender, bony fingers and pointed to a piece of dark red meat on the ground.

It seemed she was being fed like a fledgling bird. Having eaten a piece of dragon meat given to him by an angel before, Fan Wei roughly understood her meaning and picked up the dried-out piece of meat to indicate that he had received it.

Without a sound, the angel vanished, moving so fast that it was almost impossible to see.

Because of his previous near-death experience, he still harbored some fear of angels deep down. Seeing her leave, Fan Wei breathed a sigh of relief, "It's a good thing after all."

At least there are angels around; he's like having an extra bodyguard in the end times.

Although the other party's purpose remains unclear, could it be that they really consider him one of their own?

After speculating for a while, Fan Wei put his mind to it. In order to meet the food needs of hundreds of thousands or even millions of meals for the 'New Year event', relying solely on monsters would definitely not be enough.

He returned to this treacherous place to produce food.

Leaving the tree hollow and leaping over the blood lake, crimson lightning flashed intermittently in the underground space, accompanied by the overwhelming pressure emanating from the base of round, black moon-like stone pillars.

On a high slope, Fan Wei gazed at the crimson earth composed of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and with a flick of his hand, a small section of transparent plant root appeared.

This is the plant tissue of a fast-growing flower; after modification, its growth capacity is terrifyingly astonishing.

It will grow like crazy as long as it gets a little bit of nutrients!

With a gentle toss from Fan Wei, the flower branch landed lightly, and upon contact with the flesh and blood accumulated over countless years, hair-like roots began to penetrate it.

Then countless twigs gushed out like a fountain!

The lush branches stretch out, and flower buds emerge from among the leaves, their petals, composed of various fleshy textures, transformed from nutrients, surging towards the ends of the earth like waves!

Flowers covered the corpses in the field, exuding an eerie, dreamlike quality amidst the occasional flashes of crimson lightning.

The effect was so stunning that even Fan Wei was surprised. However, such fast-growing flowers must have absorbed a lot of red poison, and eating them directly would definitely kill people.

Fan Wei's cooking is certainly not that rough.

Another round, emerald-green sphere, resembling a stone block, appeared in his hand. It was a special monster he had discovered in the Legion's material warehouse.

—A trap without intention.