"Wine God Dragon," though called a dragon, was really just a winged, flying ingredient.
Before their very eyes, the once ferocious beast was anesthetized, and Lin Giant Lei Zhe grasped a metal spike, piercing the heart, blood gushing forth into a collection basin; the fright on the faces of the onlookers gradually faded, replaced by a sense of curiosity.
Most people there, including the politicians and the wealthy present, were unfamiliar with the "Wine God Dragon."
Ingredients of this caliber, even the research headquarters of the Gourmet Society, would likely treat them as treasures for study rather than slaughtered to be cooked—such a waste.
Lei Zhe was taking a desperate gamble.
This was not just a matter of face for the research faction, but it also involved a death mission from the leader of the Gourmet Society.
The leader had made it clear, whoever could win the legendary cooking tool for him would be led by him into the Dragon Domain.
"Just a competition?"
