"Not tasty..."
The Inferior Demon leaned against the door of a warehouse, looking at the pile of packages with a somewhat disinterested expression. After all, compared to the flesh and blood of the strong, these bread, dried insect meat, and some daily necessities weren't much of a temptation to her.
But beside her, Flora wore a look of delight.
Chen Feng fulfilled his promise to provide a batch of supplies to the Cat Race. Over a week, countless supplies even filled an entire warehouse. If the Cat Race were to consume them, it would be enough to see them through a stable year.
What a grand gesture!
The support exceeded Flora's expectations. To express her gratitude, she had already paid some interest to Chen Feng in her own way.
Among the supported materials, aside from delicious food and daily necessities, there were even some blades and firearms.
