The man who had impulsively switched seats due to the provocation was now joyfully waving his arms and legs, too excited to say anything. He tried to hug Yuanyuan for a face touch, but was dodged by Yuanyuan. Undeterred, he turned to Little Taotie, who also avoided him, so he looked at the small White Person and said, "You can’t dodge me too!"

He lunged over and embraced tightly, going for a face touch, "Brother, why are you so cold?"

Hastily, he let go of the small White Person and exhaled twice, as if trying to blow away the cold he just felt, "It felt like hugging a big ice block."

Yuanyuan thought: Already possessed by the Hungry Ghost, of course it’s cold.

Little Taotie’s big eyes blinked with some curiosity, wondering if this Ghost were to eat freely, would it burst this person’s stomach?

As the four chatted idly, they heard the sound of a loudspeaker announcing one after another. By the ninth sound, it meant that the spots were full, and those who hadn’t finished would be eliminated, with no refund of their registration fee. This was a losing deal; the registration fee far surpassed the price of the "Giant" they just ate.

"I just... had one bite left." The Black Man explained earnestly, hoping his three fellow countrymen at the table would understand him.

The three had finished before the ninth sound, but the Black Man had just one bite left. They were waiting for him to take that final bite, thinking they could make it to the last spot, but just as the Black Man put the last bite into his mouth and they were about to raise their hands to indicate they had finished, that sound came. Another table was 0.01 seconds faster than them!

Just a 0.01-second difference, and they missed the chance to move on to the next round.

"I told you, if we lose because of you, you’d face punishment!"

"It’s all your fault, just one bite left, you burden!"

"If you hadn’t insisted on switching seats, our table would definitely have won!"

They also noted how fast the small White Person ate. If he hadn’t been switched away, he definitely would’ve eaten faster than the three, possibly even helping them out, making their speed faster, and they might have already passed!

"It’s all your fault!" Someone already clenched their fist.

"We lost, time to fight!"

They remembered the server saying that if they fought, they would be forcibly disqualified, but they were already eliminated now.

"No, don’t hit me..." The Black Man begged, but it was too late. Surrounded by the three, he crouched down, holding his head, believing that if he didn’t fight back, he’d take fewer punches. If he fought back, he feared it would provoke them, and he’d get beaten worse.

But he completely underestimated the anger and resentment of the three. They believed that without the seat switching, they wouldn’t have lost, placing all the blame on him. At this moment, they showed no mercy, and didn’t hold back because he didn’t fight back; they actually hit harder, treating him as a punching bag to vent their anger.

In many places, similar scenes were occurring. Incompetent people always shifted blame onto others. Those who had finished eating and were waiting for others on the same table, if mild-tempered, said nothing much, while those with a temper couldn’t avoid resolving the issue with a fight.

"If you want to fight, do it outside. If any of the store’s property is damaged, affecting the upcoming contest, you will be required to compensate."

The server, under the Chef’s instruction, made an announcement through the loudspeaker.

Hearing this, those prepared to smash people with chairs silently put their chairs down, and some directly dragged the beaten ones outside the store to continue the beating.

"Next up is the second round of the competition, the content of the competition is — Huge Volume!"