At breakfast time, two batches of trainees led by Kuang Sha arrived at the cafeteria.
Upon entering, Li Zheng and others noticed a Porlow Clan member marching toward the meal counter, turning around, and clapping loudly to garner everyone’s attention.
This Porlow Clan newcomer had a delicate face and a tall, sturdy physique, with muscles that were rough yet powerful. His skin bore a deep bronze color, weathered by time and elements, and his most striking feature was his eyes—one red and one black.
Through Guidance Analysis, Li Zheng and the others learned his name was "Evil Luo."
After Evil Luo clapped, he grinned and scanned over the newcomers from the Snow Valley Training Camp:
"In every training camp our Porlow Clan participates, there is a rule: the strong eat first, and only when they finish can the weak eat... Of course, this rule isn’t unbreakable; our Porlow Clan can offer everyone an additional choice."
As he spoke, Evil Luo picked up a meal tray and let go, allowing it to crash to the floor, scattering the Spirit Food all around:
"If you’re willing to disregard your dignity and eat the food off the floor, you are free to eat anytime, we won’t stop you."
Hearing this, the expressions of Li Zheng and the others seemed very helpless.
They had just peacefully eaten for two days, and bullying returned.
"So, we will eat first, followed by you. I’m not clear about the hierarchy of strengths and weaknesses in your Snow Valley Training Camp, so you’ll organize it yourselves. Decide quickly, and don’t forget you only have 15 minutes to eat."
After speaking, Evil Luo turned and began picking up Spirit Food.
His fellow clan members also sprang into action.
The other newcomers from the Water Valley Training Camp orderly followed behind the Porlow Clan newcomers, waiting to eat.
Seeing this, Li Zheng shrugged:
"Brothers, my dictionary doesn’t have the words ’give in.’ How about we tough it out again?"
"Absolutely, let’s starve them out; I hate bullies the most."
"I’ve reserved two pieces of spirit fish meat with Shuai Yigan for tonight to snack on; we’re ready to charge and fight."
"Worst case scenario, we still have canned food to eat, don’t believe we can’t outlast these bastards."
Having decided not to submit to the Porlow Clan’s imposed rules, Li Zheng followed the instructions left by the God of Wealth.
This time, the Liver Emperor Group decided to take the initiative.
Li Zheng, leading the charge, pointed at Evil Luo from a distance:
"Hey, you... Luo Zi, put down that tray for your grandfather!"
Hearing this familiar shout, the expressions of various clan newcomers in the Snow Valley Training Camp were quite something to behold.
One could imagine that they were about to be forced into ’starving training mode’ by the Player Clan.
The good days of eating hot food had come to an end.
Facing the charging Li Zheng, Evil Luo turned and kicked, sending Li Zheng flying, but his tray also tipped.
The tray hit the floor, spilling Spirit Food all over.
Evil Luo’s expression turned very ugly, and his fellow clansmen, without any hesitation, put their trays on the nearby empty tables and turned to charge at the attacking Player Clan members.
Chi Tu, who was right behind Li Zheng, became the first target of attack.
A Porlow Clan newcomer raised his fist and smashed it towards Chi Tu’s face.
Just then, a figure moved swiftly next to Chi Tu and grabbed the descending fist of the Porlow Clan newcomer.
Chi Tu, who was already bracing for a punch, turned his head and saw that his old nemesis "Ghost Pupil" was the one blocking the blow.
Ghost Pupil ignored Chi Tu, grinned at the fist-swinging Porlow Clan newcomer, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Forgot to tell you, we in the Snow Valley Training Camp also have a rule: we eat together... or no one eats at all."
With that, Ghost Pupil fiercely pulled the Porlow Clan newcomer’s arm, flinging him aside, causing him to crash through several tables and finally land butt-first on the floor.
After finishing this, Ghost Pupil turned his head to Li Zheng, who had been kicked away but had stood back up:
"Hey, another round, can you guys handle it?"
"Nonsense, I can fight until the end, forget eating, let’s beat them!" Li Zheng nodded without hesitation.
As Li Zheng spoke, newcomers from the Four Eyes Clan, the Night Hawk Clan, the Brass Clan, and others from the Snow Valley Training Camp joined the fight.
"Brothers, let’s blow them away!"
A full-scale battle between trainees of the Water Valley Training Camp and Snow Valley Training Camp erupted, with trays and Spirit Food flying everywhere.