His knife quickly and accurately pierced from both sides of Wang Bin's chest, and the bright red blood flowed out in an instant. Wang Bin only felt that his body seemed to be penetrated by these two knives at the same time. He screamed shrillly, his eyes widened, and his eyes were covered with blood. The pain hit his forehead, causing him to feel extremely painful.

Kawada Ichiro nodded, as if he was very satisfied with Wang Bin's screams. His voice became gentle again: "Although you can't be the best work of art, your screams can still please me, so, scream hard, don't worry, my knife will avoid all your vitals, you still have a lot of time and strength to scream until your blood is dry... you will not die."

After hearing Kawada Ichiro's words, Wang Bin cursed loudly: "I am a fool, what do you want to do? You are so good to kill me with one knife. Why do you torture me like this? If you don't say it, I can no longer be used as an ingredient and become your work of art? Why do you still do this? You are such a pervert!"

Kawada Ichiro's face was as normal. He never cared about how others would scold him. In his opinion, this was just a kind of praise for life before his death. They were reluctant to die. As an excellent chef, he needed to endure these things. No matter what, these people actually devoted themselves to their own art. He could not care about such insults.

So he, who had not heard of his ears, did not pull out the two knives from Wang Bin's body. Instead, he picked up the two Ning Wai on the table again. His eyes were placed on Wang Bin's abdomen and said sincerely: "Please believe me. Before all these eighteen knives entered your body, I will never let you die."

Perhaps because he thought about why Wang Bin could not become a work of art, his eyes moved to Zhang Di again, and said in a low voice: "I think you'd better not choose to be the same as him, otherwise, I'll put thirty-six swords on you and guarantee you won't die."

Zhang Di's body trembled. This was countless times more terrifying than becoming an ingredient. There were so many knives in his body, but he could not die yet. That was simply the greatest torture for him. Just thinking of that situation, Zhang Di could already control himself not to flow out the ye body that should not flow out like Wang Bin.

Seeing that Zhang Di was intimidated by him, Kawada Ichiro's eyes continued to look at Wang Bin's stomach, and grinned, and quickly inserted the knife into Wang Bin's body with both hands.

"ah!"

The pain made Wang Bin scream. His blood flowed out more, and his whole body was dyed red by the blood. The corners of his mouth also caused blood to flow out continuously due to the damage in his body.

The large amount of blood loss made Wang Bin's brain dizzy, and his consciousness became a little blurred. Unfortunately, these things were already under the control of Ichiro Kawada, so before he lost consciousness, Ichiro Kawada had almost no stop. There were fourteen swords left and all entered Wang Bin's body, which looked very terrifying.

Wang Bin's entire body, with knife hilts left outside in every part, but at this time, he was still not dead. Just as Kawada Ichiro said, he would not die so easily.

Even at this time, he still retained a hint of sober consciousness. Kawada Ichiro also said that he would not die so easily before he lost most of his blood.

The ground of the entire wooden house was stained with blood. Now there was only one of the three living people left. Wang Bin died after all, but for a man who had been chased so many knives, he had already lived for a long time.

Now Zhang Di is the only one left. Kawada Ichiro's attention is all focused on him. He had destroyed a very good ingredient before, but now he doesn't want to destroy the second one.

"No... don't do this... I beg you, don't kill me, okay, I can give you money, a lot of money, I can also give you more ingredients, as long as you let me go this time... Please, okay, can I let me go..."

Zhang Di begged that he had tried in the last attempt. Perhaps he knew very well that this was not of much significance, but at this point, no matter what, he had to defend himself. He didn't want to die, let alone die so miserably.

He still has so much money to spend and so many good days he hasn't been to. It's really unfair to him that he's dead here like this.

Kawada Ichiro looked at him with interest: "You said you could get me more ingredients?"

Zhang Di's face suddenly became ecstatic. He thought he had hope to continue living, and immediately nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice: "That's right, what I said is true. As long as you are willing to let me go, I can bring more people here and become your ingredient. I am actually very powerful outside!"

Kawada Ichiro lowered his head, as if he was thinking.

Zhang Di almost didn't dare to pause at all. Zuiba seemed like a machine gun: "What I said is true, Kawada Jun, if you think about it, you are the only one. If you want to get so many ingredients, it is not only possible, but also the risk is also very high. Maybe there will be problems at any time, but I am different. I have been in this industry for many years. I know what to do to be the safest. I have people under my command..."

Listening to Zhang Di's words like a cannon, Kawada Ichiro's smile gradually expanded: "I have to say, what you said makes me excited. What I long for the most is more ingredients. If I really want to help me, it would be the best. Of course, I can let you go, but you..."
Chapter completed!