We humans are so awesome.

The top-quality beef tripe hotpot, his magic weapon to defeat his enemies, costs at least more than 200 yuan for one pot, and it was wasted like this!

Wilson was furious and turned around to launch a fierce flying kick, but Morin, who was standing next to him, grabbed his thigh and intercepted it midway.

"Boss, it's not that I'm useless, it's really, really... this is cow dung!"

"What cow dung? This is the undigested stuff extracted from the cow's stomach..."

Wilson took out the instruction manual provided by the hot pot restaurant owner and read a few sentences. He felt that it was not very convincing, so he simply showed the temperament of a superior and forced his way through.

"Even if it's cow dung, you have to eat it! You are already out of fashion, this is your only chance to turn things around. Besides, Don Juan can eat it, but you can't?"

"But he didn't eat it!" Morin wiped his nose, his eyes blurred with tears.

"Just because you don't eat now doesn't mean you won't eat in the future. By the time he eats, it will be too late!"

Following Don Juan, you will never be able to catch up. Wilson realized this truth, and after careful consideration, he decided to take the lead and occupy the advantageous terrain.

It’s just that these devils are too spoiled, not presentable, and have no future!

When he was poor and destitute, he would even suck a mouthful of cow dung.

"Are you going to go or not?"

Brandon and Maureen looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time, their attitudes extremely firm.

In that case, Wilson ignored them and turned to the other demons in the room and made a loud promise.

"Who's willing to come? Whoever comes, I'll make him the top star of the company!"

The temperature in the room suddenly soared, the rapid breathing sounds were like a high-speed bellows, and the eyes of all the demons emitted dazzling green light.

As the top star of the company, not only can you enjoy a large amount of resource push and easily become a Red Devil on the Magic Network, your share of the profits will also skyrocket to a full 20%!

If you are lucky, you may be spotted by a wealthy woman and be assigned to perform field missions.

Isn't it because of this back-up plan that Brandon and Maureen dared to refuse their boss's orders?

But when they saw the boiling green hot pot, the demons' hot hearts suddenly calmed down. They pushed and shoved each other, and no one dared to walk out, let alone sit at the table.

Never mind, she's just the top star, no need, no need...

Just when Wilson was about to despair, he saw a demon stand up, separate his colleagues, and stand tall from the group of demons, instantly becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

Wilson's lips trembled with excitement: "It's you, Fulkan?"

"It's Folga, boss." The young devil replied calmly with a smile on his face.

"Yes, yes, it's Folga!"

Wilson also recalled the name.

His memory is far superior to that of ordinary people, but Folga's previous performance was mediocre and there was nothing outstanding. His previous job as a wine salesman was also unremarkable, and he had already been included in the next batch of layoffs.

Of course, things are different now.

"So, Folga, would you like to eat beef belly hot pot?"

Facing Wilson's expectant gaze, Folga smiled proudly, walked to the side of the hot pot, and amid dozens of gazes, he picked up the soup spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and brought it to his mouth.

"Ah, don't lick it, it's dirty there, and there's my..."

Brandon's screams did not hinder his movements, and a spoonful of thick soup was quickly sent into his stomach.

"very good!"

As Wilson cheered loudly, Folga smacked his lips and shook his head.

"Boss, do you think that beef belly hotpot can stop Don Juan?"

Wilson was stunned. He had never thought about this question before. It was too far-fetched.

"Well, at least it's a draw, right?"

"But that's not enough, Boss! If you want to defeat him, you have to find something that even he dares not eat!"

"W-what? Is there such a thing?"

Wilson was dumbfounded by Folga's words. He thought about it over and over again, but couldn't think of any other food that could be more impactful and more demanding than the beef belly hotpot.

Other demons also started to make a commotion. In their hearts, Don Juan was the god of the human food world. All mortal demons could only prostrate themselves at his feet. How could they possibly surpass him?

Folga looked around, raised his head high, and spoke with a voice like a loud bell, deafening.

"Of course there is, that's shit, not cow shit, but human shit!"

He looked at Wilson, who was completely numb, and a spirited smile appeared on his face.

"Does Don Juan dare to eat shit?"

"I don't think he would dare..."

"So, I am the number one demon who eats shit!"

Chapter 17 War

The thing that is most abundant on the Magic Internet is news.

The world, hell, the abyss... big and small news, true and false, gathered from all over, at least nearly ten thousand pieces a day.

But today, like stars obscured by moonlight, all the news pales in comparison to a short video.

"Personal testimony from the devil: human shit is really delicious!"

This title alone is enough to shock people and attract every passerby, making them stop and come in to take a look.

Don Juan is no exception. He is both a publisher and a loyal viewer, and he watches short videos with his meals every day.

When clicking on this video, Don Juan was still regretting why he couldn't control himself and fell for the false advertising again.

But this time, the content and the title are rare to be very consistent.

The first thing that catches your eye is a single-room cottage with red tiled earthen walls.

This kind of hut existed in every corner of the world decades ago, and every human being had to deal with it. Although it is on the verge of disappearing with the development of the economy, most people can still recognize the use of houses at a glance.

A well-dressed young male devil stood in the doorway, smiling.

"Hello, human friends. I am a devil who just came from hell. My name is Folga."

"Everyone must have known that the food in our hell tastes terrible. So how terrible is it? It can be said that it is simply shit!"

He put his face close to the camera, his expression serious and earnest.

"This is not an exaggeration, but a fact, and I will prove it next."

After saying that, Folga pushed open the door and strode in.

Don Juan was very familiar with the scene inside.

Between the two cement stone piers, countless white and soft papers were scattered, and underneath the papers were strips that were equally soft but had a golden luster.

"No way..."

Don Juan opened his mouth wide and noodles fell to the ground. He stared at Folga as he leisurely stepped onto the stone platform, bent down, and picked up a whole vortex-shaped object with both hands.

Then, his lips slightly opened.

"Slippery~~"

……

It's an illusion, absolutely an illusion!

Don Juan instinctively refused to admit that this was true, but the producers may have taken this into consideration, so they considerately opened up permissions so that any viewer could use authentication technology to authenticate the content of the video.

The results of the appraisal are absolutely true!

He suddenly felt that the mixed noodles in his hand were not fragrant anymore, so he quickly threw the soup into the other dimension, then released the cleansing spell into his mouth three times before he came to his senses.

At this time, Folga had finished his meal and was wiping his mouth gracefully, of course, using toilet paper available at hand.

"To be honest, the taste isn't very good, but it's much better than the food in hell! I really regret not coming to the human world earlier. I've been eating food that tastes worse than shit for twenty years!"

"It is your food that gave me a new life. I love human food, and I love humans who can make such delicious food!"

Horror!

Don Juan couldn't help but feel a little more admiration.

If the previous content only proves Folga's courage, then the last part reflects his wisdom.

Don Juan was prepared to elevate his emotions from food to race, but before he could finish laying the groundwork, Folga came after him. He was the first devil to surpass the pioneer.

Loving humans is, of course, deeper than loving human food, and can arouse greater emotions in human audiences.

Don Juan keenly noticed that in just the few minutes he watched the video, the number of clicks on the video increased by nearly 30,000.

This is just on a small platform. From the perspective of the entire magic network, the influence is simply immeasurable.

This newcomer, like a supernova, shined with dazzling light and dominated the world for a while. Even Don Juan had to temporarily avoid him as he was unable to match him.

He couldn't help but stroke his forehead with his hand and sighed: "There is no road ahead..."

But for Wilson, the path is moving forward.

One piece of shit can cause a thousand ripples.

On all platforms and websites, big and small, people are discussing the devil eating shit.

Why eat shit, the taste of shit, the taste of hell food, the devil's thoughts...

Countless topics have been derived around this focus, and each topic can bring huge clicks and replies, and the magic network has fallen into a carnival.

It is true that videos of people eating shit are not acceptable, and the three major short video platforms and other serious websites will not accept them. But not accepting videos does not mean that the publishers of videos cannot be accepted.

He has already raised Folga's offer to eight million per year, but even so, flies still flock to him in droves.

"Vajra Palm" and "Lightning Breath" all extended olive branches. Even "Lightning Breath", who was always keen on creating his own image, shyly began to contact him.

Wilson was not tempted. In his opinion, Folga was not only a treasure trove, but also a weapon with powerful lethality.

He got Fulga just like Dong Zhuo got Lu Bu and Lu Bu got Red Hare.

Wilson's first target was Arison.