Rick is not only this kind of attack method of specializing in and developing qi, but also deeply influenced by various novels and settings in his previous life, and Rick wondered if "qi" could be as strong as martial arts or magic and other settings.

Anyway, the Saiyans have a tenacious vitality, and no matter how much they toss, they will recover after a long time, and it is difficult to cripple themselves.

Fortunately, the "qi" in the Dragon Ball world is also a gentle energy in nature, and being tossed by Rick didn't cause much damage, but Rick didn't make progress for a long time.

It wasn't until he spent a lot of time improving it little by little that the "qi" changed.

Now Rick can strengthen his muscles and bones and even internal organs by consuming "qi".

This kind of strengthening not only improves the strength of muscles, bones and internal organs, but also seems to have given Rick a body of steel comparable to that of Broly's transformation into the legendary Super Saiyan form because of the particularity of "Qi".

Most races in the Dragon Ball world don't have strong bodies, and they all rely on qi to strengthen their bodies, just like when Monkey King was in the underworld, he couldn't even lift a forty-ton bracelet and ankle ring without changing his body.

And Rick's body strengthened by consuming qi, even if he doesn't use qi, has super strength and a body of steel.

It's just because his combat power is too low and the qi he produces is too small, and his physical strength has been about to reach the limit recently.

"Doesn't it mean that the stronger the body, the more energy it can hold, and the faster it can produce energy?"

Rick is very depressed, although he has developed the use of qi to strengthen the body, but the disadvantage is that his qi cannot keep up with the consumption, and even seriously does not run enough.

It's just that inspiration can be useful, but it's not always perfect.

And after his body became stronger, his food consumption became more terrifying, and he had no idea where everything he ate went, and even this body had no need to excrete.

At first, Rick thought that he had trained his body without knowing the problem, but it was always good and getting stronger and stronger, so he put his mind at ease for the time being.

"Bring me a hundred steaks and ten gallons of cold Coke."

Rick called room service.

The sommelier who answered the phone hung up the phone in confusion.

A hundred steaks? Is this a party?

And what the hell is Coke? Isn't steak served with red wine?

However, the service of the dark hotel has always been fast and convenient, although I wonder why it is a special service call, but the other party chooses food, is it a code word?

"Mr. 47, here comes the steak and Coke you wanted."

The sommeliers knocked on Rick's door.

Rick, who had already changed his clothes, opened the door, and the sommelier sent the food trucks inside, only to find that Rick was the only one inside.

What's going on?

"Here you go."

Rick took out a silver coin and gave it to the sommelier's head, and let them go.

One of his favorite things about the Dark Hotel is that no matter how much food he eats, he only needs a silver coin.

And silver and gold coins have a lot of money just for one task.

Of course, this is because Rick is too strong, and he can often complete those tasks that require the cooperation of the killers to complete it alone, and the reward is naturally very much.

Normal people can choose to retire after such an order.

Rick cuts through the steak elegantly with a dinner knife with impeccable movements. As long as he does a movement once, he can use muscle memory to remember it firmly, coupled with keen observation.

The aristocratic demeanor that ordinary people need to spend more than ten years to cultivate, he can do it in just ten minutes.

Rick was pleased with the tender gravy and springy meat quality of the steak in his mouth and chewing it.

He's eaten so many steaks, and the dark hotel is delicious, no matter which branch.

After eating a hundred steaks with a very quick but graceful motion, Rick felt like he wasn't even three minutes full, he washed his hands and drank the remaining ten gallons of cold Coke in one go.

Coke obviously contained a lot more energy than the 100 steaks, but after Rick killed them all, he only felt a little better in hunger.

"Then, it's time for dinner."

Rick called the sommelier again, and this time, he asked for ten roasted whole cows.

The sommelier looked confused, what was the situation?

The legend of the killer world, Mr. No. 47, who has frightened countless big people, turned out to be a big stomach?

However, satisfying the needs of the killers is the purpose of the Dark Hotel, isn't it just a little strange, the Dark Hotel can meet it!

Moreover, Rick has done so many tasks and accumulated enough fame to make the bosses behind the dark hotel ignore such a little strange thing about him.

As a result, the Dark Hotel had to go to the chef overnight, and in order to ensure that their service attitude was not deducted, they also tried their best to meet Rick's needs.

Ten roasted whole beef, roasted whole beef is more difficult to master than roasted whole lamb, and it can even be said that how to cook the roasted whole beef and ensure that it is delicious, which makes all chefs feel unprecedented challenges.

Rick waited a little longer, this time for a little longer, and then the sommelier struggled to bring up ten roasted whole cows, and then saw the mountains of empty plates on the table, which were originally steaks.

Rick, who had finally waited for the main meal, couldn't care about elegance this time, and after devouring the big chunks, ten roasted whole cows entered his stomach.

"I didn't expect every part of these roasted whole beef to be so delicious."

Rick's abdomen didn't change at all, and he finally felt a little full.

After all, the current United States is not the United States that will explode in production in the future, and the junk food and meat in the United States at that time were piled up, and even wasted wantonly, for example, the sausages and barbecue that could not be sold every day could be directly poured into the trash, which was a huge iron trash can, which could be filled at one time.

As a result, countless rats and cockroaches have been fed, as well as - homeless people.

Basically, homeless people don't have to worry about starving to death, just go to the trash can and find something to eat.

So Rick's meal was actually very expensive in terms of labor and expense, but the Dark Hotel still only charged a silver coin.

"Finally, it's dessert."

Rick asked for a cart of ice cream, this time the sommelier did not look confused, but found the ice cream as quickly as possible, Rick also ate a whole car of ice cream, this kind of no need to worry about calorie explosion and will not gain weight and physical problems and super edible characteristics, is the physique that countless foodies dream of.