After the chef finished cutting the last "Giant", everyone’s seat was settled, and the waiter picked up the loudspeaker and shouted: "Countdown to the competition, 3, 2, 1! Begin!"

Some people donned disposable gloves and picked up the cut "Giant" to start munching directly, while others were slightly more refined, using knife and fork to cut them into small portions before feeding them to their mouths.

The eating speed at Little Taotie’s table seemed slow, but the food disappeared at a visibly fast pace.

Yuanyuan had a habit of stuffing his mouth completely full before chewing many times and then swallowing.

Little Taotie took small bites elegantly, but his hand speed was swift.

The short White Person seemed possessed by Hungry Ghost; he ate even faster, hardly showing any chewing motion, taking a bite and swallowing it right away.

The man who got tricked into swapping seats with the neighbor was almost stunned, he looked at the despised kid, then at the short White Person, completely bewildered, questioning if his own slow speed was the issue; why had he only eaten a third while they were almost done?

He looked towards the neighboring table, where he originally sat, feeling slightly relieved as he wasn’t that bad; despite being slower compared to three on this table, he was quicker than them.

The White Person, who swapped seats through peer pressure, was shocked into slowing down; initially, he despised the three at his table for eating slowly, none faster than him, secretly feeling complacent about being superior; yet turning back, he felt dreadful!

The despised little boy seemed to be nibbling in small bites but quickly, rhythmically following each bite with another; the "Giant" on the table was nearly finished!

He had only eaten half while the other was almost done!

This made him look incompetent, his speed was very lacking!

Not only was the little boy eating fast, but the other two at his table were equally terrifying in speed; rather the guy tricked by his taunts into swapping seats became a drag, but even then, he was still faster than the three at this table.

As he felt somewhat regretful just then, something more regrettable occurred; the three finished eating while the man swapped through taunts still had half remaining, then the three separately cut portions from the untouched parts, basically divvying up the remainder, leaving only the bit he had touched.

When that person finished eating those, the three had already finished the portions handed over, and all four raised their hands simultaneously, the waiter’s loudspeaker sounded notifying everyone that a table had already won, leaving only nine spots.

He regretted so much his face turned pale; if he hadn’t swapped seats, he would’ve won by now!!!

The Black Man was feeling the same; upon hearing the loudspeaker, he paused from his eating to see which table was that impressive, only to be shocked himself.

It was the table he despised endlessly!

It was the table he originally belonged to!

Had he not swapped seats, he’d have been part of the first...!

"Stop daydreaming, eat quickly!" another Black Man beside him nudged him, bringing him back to focus, facing the three’s unfriendly glare; he realized he had procrastinated and became the slowest among the three.

The Black Man fiercely said: "If we lose because of you, we won’t spare you!"

The other two’s eyes were equally fierce, clearly conveying the same message.