“What… what is this?” Michael’s face went pale as he pointed at the two plates in front of him, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Hope just smiled silently, while Uncle Dragon spoke matter-of-factly, “This is a special dish prepared just for you.”

Michael stared at Uncle Dragon’s serious expression, feeling a mix of suspicion and disbelief rather than anger.

Could this really be the famed delicacies of this mysterious restaurant?

But the cold dishes already on the table looked completely normal. So why were these two strange plates suddenly brought out?

The aroma was tempting, yes, but could anyone really consider chicken butts a delicacy?

Apparently, in some...