"Marshall, it's a shame that you probably won't be able to see the last winner. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Because there is a rule in the Big Stomach King competition, the previous champion cannot participate in this competition, because it is to celebrate the Villefort Festival, in order to give newcomers a chance, so this rule is formulated. Of course, champions also have the benefit of being able to fill their bellies at will during the Big Stomach contest without being limited by the rules of how much they have to eat. ”

Hall explained for Marshall.

The two of them had already squeezed to the front of the crowd at this time.

In the competition venue, there are four long oak tables, the oak tables are filled with chicken legs that exude an attractive atmosphere, these four tables form a square, the host stands in the center, and the contestants sit on four benches facing the host.

As the host rang the bell, all the contestants stretched out their hands at the same time.

These contestants are tall, short, fat and thin of all body types, except for the elderly and children, and the rest of the age groups can find people to participate.

Since most of the participants were residents of Port Molov and sailors accompanying the ship, they all had their relatives or friends behind them cheering them on.

Soon, the first chicken leg has been wiped out, however, when the rest of the contestants reach out to the plate again, four contestants are asked to eat it again because there is too much meat on the chicken thigh bone.

The Big Stomach King race in Port Molov does not allow for waste.

In the midst of the earth-shattering cheers, Marshall felt someone gently pat him.

"Mr. Marshall, Mr. Hall, hello!" Haier had a smile on his face, and there was a blonde woman beside him, about sixteen years old, who was not pretty, but when carefully dressed, it was also pleasant.

This woman is Haier's girlfriend Linda.

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

Hale turned around and saw Hale and Linda.

"Haier, Linda, are you also here to watch the Big Stomach King competition?" From Hall's tone, it could be heard that he was very familiar with the two of them.

"Well, because I haven't seen it in a long time, I want to see it this time at the Villefort Festival." Haier nodded.

In fact, Haier did just happen to see Marshall and the two, but he came to greet them with his own purpose. For him, the Villefort Festival is a very big holiday, in other words, there will be a lot of people in Port Molov, and of course, many people will need horse-drawn carriages as their means of transportation.

Haier should have had a horsewhip in his hand today, but because of Marshall's magnanimity a few days ago, he was able to turn the horsewhip in his hand into his Linda's gentle little hand.

In many cases, as long as you meet a generous friend, maybe the tired and boring life will be greatly improved.

"Tomorrow Mr. Marshall will leave Port Molov, so today I will take him out to experience Port Molov." Hall smiled.

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

"Well, there's something to do." Marshall nodded, not saying more.

"I thought Mr. Marshall would stay in Port Molov a little longer." There was a slight bitterness in Haier's smile.

At this time, Linda pulled out her hand, and she glanced at Haier reproachfully, but in the face of Haier's apologetic gaze, Linda did not speak after all for the sake of her boyfriend's self-esteem.

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

"Things were urgent, and I had to leave immediately." Marshall's tone was unhurried.

"Hmm." Haier nodded, "Linda and I want to go over there to have a look, so we won't bother the two of you, I hope you two have fun." ”

After saying that, Haile took Linda's hand and planned to leave.

"Wait, Haier." Marshall stopped him by shouting.

"What's the matter, Mr. Marshall?" Haier's red hair shines very brightly in the sun.

"If you don't mind, can I trouble you to be my guide in Port Molov, one day will do." After Marshall finished speaking, he looked at Hall, "Mr. Hall is not in good health, I think it would be better for him to rest." ”

"Hey, Marshall, I'm not as bad as you think." Hall was unhappy.

"Mr. Marshall, don't tease me." Haile shook his head.

"Mr. Marshall......" Linda also wanted to speak, but was stopped by Hale.

"I'm not a joker, I'll pay you." Marshall blinked.

Hale thought of Marshall's first visit to Port Molov, when Marshall had made demands to himself in this tone, which he should not charge any extra for the rest of the rich people, but Marshall still paid a very good amount.

He was a little moved.

Today, however, he promised his girlfriend that he would spend the Villefort Festival with her.

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

Haier was caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Don't be very formal, Haier, you and Linda can join us, I just don't want it to happen...... Accidentally. Marshall's words resolved Haier's embarrassment.

During this time, Hall kept trying to say something, but was stopped by Marshall.

Hale glanced at Linda, asked for his girlfriend's opinion, and then said to Marshall, "I accept your commission, Mr. Marshall." ”

"Thank you." Marshall Road.

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The Big Stomach King contest has entered the most exciting part.

On the field, only three players were still holding on, all three of whom were men and fit in physique.

The emaciated woman that Hall spoke of was destined to be just a dark horse, and it was impossible to see it every year.

"Who do you think will win?" Hall turned to Marshall.

"The brown-haired man in the middle." Marshall said.

"I guess it's the one on the left, he's in good spirits, and he should be able to eat two, no, three." Hall held out his finger.

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

The man's mouth was stuffed with chicken legs, still struggling to eat. He swallowed several times but didn't swallow it, and in desperation, he had to get up and get the water next to him, but as soon as he stood up, he couldn't control and spit out all the chicken in his mouth.

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

When he was put down by the competition administrators, he was still spitting chicken thighs in his mouth.

Maybe this person won't eat chicken legs in the future.

Maybe it's a chain reaction, just as yawning is contagious, so is vomiting. After the man on the left was put down, the man on the right spit out the chicken thigh meat in his mouth, and he lay on the table, his face turned purple, and his body could no longer support it.

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

"Well, you win, Marshall, and thankfully I haven't had time to bet yet." Hall shook his head.