Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

It was not until after ten o'clock in the evening that the entire island began to become lively.

Those invited to the dinner were all upper-class people in the city of Pulisang. They were all dressed in gorgeous military uniforms and suits, and were accompanied by beautiful women. Or there were some large yachts, and people walking down from them were all charming women who wore skirts and exposed their thighs even in the cold weather.

Zhang Yi saw many familiar faces inside, all of whom were big shots and red and blue flowers that he saw in the inner city nightclub last night.

These people were waiting in the waiting room early, and the dishes prepared by Zhang Yi were almost ready. They were placed in a special constant temperature box, ready to be served when the banquet began.

This time, we waited until after one in the morning.

Zhang Yi was almost getting impatient waiting. Half a day had passed in this hassle. He had no way to use smart devices here, and the agents who were monitoring him didn't chat with him much. He was bored to death.

Finally, I got the order and the food can be served.

Zhang Yi brought several kitchen helpers and personally pushed the food to the banquet hall on a cart.

It was a magnificent place with bright lights and gorgeous decorations, but the style seemed a bit rustic to Zhang Yi.

Large areas of the house are decorated with gold, giving off a strong nouveau riche vibe.

Compared to his huge manor, it is not even a little bit inferior.

In terms of aesthetics, he is far inferior to Prince Wang back then and girls like Zhou Ker now.

The commander sat lazily in the chair, took the Remy Martin from the waiter, and drank it in big gulps and rough manner.

Everyone was waiting for the commander's order.

These people are like NPCs. Their purpose in attending the banquet is not to have fun - but to have fun with the commander.

They would only play with the commander if he liked or wanted to. Their own ideas were completely nonexistent, and no one dared to get drunk.

The commander saw "Wu Yanzu" standing respectfully beside him, and a smile appeared on his face. He extended his hand to him and said, "Chef Wu, this is your first time attending my dinner. Do you know that for every person who comes to my place for the first time, I always prepare a special gift for him or her?"

Zhang Yi heard about the commander's bad taste from Xuan Haixiu.

He pretended to be flattered and asked, "Are you going to give me a reward?"

The greedy look made the commander burst into laughter.

He likes people who are greedy for money.

If a person does not smoke, drink, is not greedy for money, or love women, then this person must have other more terrible intentions.

"It's something better than money!"

As he spoke, he gestured to the guards at the back. There were many people in the banquet hall, but no one said a word. They were all quietly looking at Zhang Yi and the commander. This scene was a bit chilling.

Soon, the guards brought over a donkey with a bunch of big red flowers tied on its head.

Zhang Yi frowned.

Could it be that he wants to eat donkey meat today?

But there’s no need to bring the ingredients over now.

Zhang Yi thought for a moment and asked, "Commander, would you like to eat donkey sashimi?"

Commander Sion suddenly raised his voice.

"Wu, how can this donkey be used for eating? This is such a waste!"

He called Zhang Yi over to the side, and whispered into his ear with a wicked smile, "When I was doing business in eastern Guangdong, they taught me a special way to play, called patting the donkey's fart."

Zhang Yi had a face full of question marks.

He had heard of flattering a horse, but had never heard of flattering a donkey.

At this time, in the shadow space, Xuan Haixiu's voice was transmitted directly to Zhang Yi's brain through electronic signals.

"Fuck! Mr. Zhang, this guy is trying to trick you! It's over, it's over, it's over!"

Zhang Yi's head was a little confused. Although he didn't know what was going on, he could feel that it was going to be very bad.