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"Marshall, it's a pity that you may not be able to see the last champion. Because there is a rule in the Big Appetizer competition, the last champion cannot participate in this competition, because it is to celebrate the Villefort Festival, in order to give newcomers a chance, so it is formulated This rule. Of course, champions are also good. They can fill up their stomachs during the Big Stomach game without being restricted by the rules of how much they must eat."

Hall explained to Marshall.

The two had already squeezed to the front of the crowd.

In the competition venue, there are four long oak tables. The oak tables are full of tempting chicken legs. The four tables form a square. The host is standing in the center, and the contestants are sitting facing the host. Four benches.

As the host rang the clock, all the players stretched out their hands at the same time.

These contestants are tall, short, fat, thin and of various body types. Except for the elderly and children, the remaining age groups can find contestants.

Because most of the participants were residents of Port Molov and sailors who accompanied the ship, they had their relatives or friends behind them cheering for them.

Soon, the first chicken leg was wiped out. However, when the rest of the contestants reached out to the plate again, four contestants were asked to re-eat the chicken leg bones because of too much meat.

No waste is allowed in the Big Appetizer game in Port Molov.

Amid the shaking of cheers, Marshall felt someone pat himself gently.

"Mr. Marshall, Mr. Hall, how are you!" There was a smile on Haier's face. There was a blond woman beside him. She was about sixteen years old and her face was not pretty. Pleasant.

This woman is Haier's girlfriend Linda.

"It turned out to be Haier. It's a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet you here." Marshall replied.

Hall turned his head and saw Haier and Linda.

"Haier, Linda, are you also watching the Big Stomach King game?" You can hear from Hall's tone that he is very familiar with the two.

"Well, because I haven't seen it for a long time, I want to take a look at the Villefort Festival." Haier nodded.

In fact, Haier did see Marshall by chance, but he came to greet them with his own purpose. For him, the Villefort Festival is a very grand festival. In other words, there will be many people in Port Molov. Of course, many people need horse-drawn carriages as their means of transportation.

Today Haier should have held a horse whip in his hand, but because of Marshall's lavishness a few days ago, he was able to turn the horse whip in his hand into Linda's gentle little hand.

Many times, as long as you get to know a generous friend, maybe your tired and boring life will be greatly improved.

"Mr. Marshall will leave Port Molov tomorrow, so today I will take him out to experience the style of Port Molov." Hall smiled.

"Is Mr. Marshall leaving tomorrow?" Haier was surprised.

"Well, there are some things to do." Marshall nodded and said nothing.

"I thought Mr. Marshall would stay in Molov Port for a while." Haier smiled a little bitterly.

At this moment, Linda took out her hand, she glanced at Haier reproachfully, but facing Haier's apologetic eyes, Linda did not speak for the self-esteem of her boyfriend.

Linda's job is to wash the clothes of upper class people.

"It's very urgent, I have to set off right away." Marshall's tone was not rushed.

"Yeah." Haier nodded, "Linda and I want to go over there to see, so I won't bother you two, I hope you two have fun."

After speaking, Haier took Linda's hand and planned to leave.

"Wait, Haier." Marshall stopped him aloud.

"What's the matter, Mr. Marshall?" Haier's red hair was dazzling in the sun.

"If you don't mind, can I trouble you to be my guide in Port Molov, one day will be fine." Marshall looked at Hall after speaking, "Mr. Hall is not very well, I want him to rest. Better."

"Hey, Marshall, my body is not as bad as you think." Hall was unhappy.

"Mr. Marshall, stop teasing me." Haier shook his head.

"Mr. Marshall..." Linda also wanted to say something, but Haier stopped it.

"I am not a person who likes to joke, I will pay you." Marshall blinked.

Haier thought of when Marshall first came to Port Molov. At that time, Marshall also used this tone to ask himself. For the rest of the rich, he should not charge any additional fees for these requests, but Marshall still gave them. A very substantial reward.

He was a little moved.

However, today, he promised his girlfriend that he would spend the Villefort with her.

On the one hand, it is the temptation of money, on the other hand, it is the promise of his girlfriend.

Haier is caught in a dilemma.

"It doesn't need to be very formal, Haier, you and Linda can be with us, I just don't want to happen...accidents." Marshall's words resolved Haier's embarrassment.

During this period, Hall kept trying to say something, but Marshall stopped him.

Haier glanced at Linda, consulted his girlfriend, and then said to Marshall: "I accept your commission, Mr. Marshall."

"Thank you." Marshall said.

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The Big Stomach game has entered the most exciting part.

On the field, only three players are still insisting, all three of whom are male and physically strong.

The thin woman that Hall talks about is destined to be a dark horse, and it is impossible to see it every year.

"Who do you think will win?" Hall turned his head and asked Marshall.

"The man with brown hair in the middle." Marshall said.

"I guess it's the one on the left. He is in good spirits and should be able to eat two more. No, three." Hall stretched out his finger.

"Good spirits?" Marshall looked at the man on the left.

The man's mouth was stuffed with chicken legs, and he was still struggling to eat. He swallowed a few times but didn't swallow it. In desperation, he got up to get the water beside him, but as soon as he stood up, he couldn't help vomiting all the chicken in his mouth.

According to the rules of the game, he has been eliminated at this time.

He was still spitting out chicken thighs in his mouth when he was framed by the game manager.

Maybe this person won't eat chicken drumsticks anymore.

Maybe it's a chain reaction, just like yawning can be contagious, vomiting can be contagious. After the man on the left was framed, the man on the right spat out the chicken thighs in his mouth. He was lying on the table, his face turned purple and his body could no longer support it.

Only the brown-haired man in the middle is still eating.

"Well, you won, Marshall. Fortunately, I haven't had time to make a bet." Hall shook his head.