บท 68: Chapter 68: What's Meant to Come, Came

"Tsk, tsk..."

Grey Wolf looked down at the empty bowl in his hand, then at Umarov, who was still voraciously devouring the lamb chops and legs, his eyebrows involuntarily twitching a few times.

"Damn, look at him... he's wiped out all the lamb in our freezer in just two days, and this morning he's already downed ten pounds of lamb, even more than White Bear..."

Song Heping also saw this and couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.

Disaster Star really had a huge appetite.

On his first day, he had devoured fifteen pounds of lamb legs and three loaves of bread.

Initially, the cook thought it was because of his excellent cooking skills.

Later, he realized it was because Disaster Star ate so much.

It was like a starving ghost had reincarnated.

Every meal was no less than fifteen pounds of lamb.

And he wouldn't eat any other kind of meat.

He wouldn't even glance at Salla meat.