Under the strange gazes of countless spectators, Changdao Sheng stood there sweating profusely. He stared with dread at the bowl in his hand, his mind in turmoil.
To eat or not to eat?
If he ate it, the experience would be worse than death. He would become the laughingstock of the world, a subject of discussion for countless years. If he didn't eat, his reputation would be ruined, making it difficult for him to remain in the gambling world. However, he could always change his identity, disguise himself as another person, and continue to roam free.
Moreover, he had another crucial reason not to eat it. Just as Zhang Bin had said, Edward was surely furious with him and might send someone to kill him. If he ate the feces, he would stink to high heaven, making it easy for them to track him down.
Thinking of this, he suddenly shouted, "Zhang Bin, you eat this crap! It was meant for you, and you're not getting out of it."
