Deities Are All Just My Food Chapter 1738 - 758: Slave Master2

Novel: Deities Are All Just My Food Author: Missing You Washing Red Beans Updated: Jun 05, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 1738 - 758: Slave Master2 from Deities Are All Just My Food, a Sci-fi novel by Missing You Washing Red Beans.

"Did I allow you to stand up?"

The white-skinned man coldly reprimanded, "Kneel down!"

Wu Shitong, after all, was also a figure with self-respect, unwilling to kneel, but the pain in his body made him afraid to stand, so he simply collapsed on the ground.

"Heh!"

The white-skinned man laughed mockingly, flicking his whip.

Swish!

The whip coiled around Wu Shitong’s arm, and with a forceful pull from the white-skinned man, Wu was thrown out, rolling along the ground.

Snap!

The white-skinned man snapped his fingers, and the motionless zombies imdiately roared and lunged at Wu Shitong.

"Don’t kill !"

"No!"

"Help !"

"Nephew Lin!"

Wu Shitong scread bitterly under the zombies’ bites.

"Is torturing people so interesting?"

Lin Baici didn’t save Wu Shitong because even if he saved him now, when he fought the white-skinned man later, with no one to help, Wu would still die.

"Torturing people is not interesting!"

The white-skinned man shook his head, "But torturing yellow-skinned monkeys is quite fun!"

"You don’t think you’ve already won, do you?"

Li Yintong mocked.

"Haha, please allow to introduce myself!"

The white-skinned man laughed, looking at Tai i, as if gazing at a frog in a well.

"What’s your relationship with Slave Master Dustin Hoffman?"

Old man Luo suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?"

The white-skinned man looked slightly surprised, "You actually know my father?"

"Hiss!"

Lin Baici, the newcor, didn’t understand the person called Slave Master, but old man Luo, Zhong Shuman, and even Li Yintong, upon hearing the white-skinned man admit he was Slave Master’s son, all gasped, their faces showing fear.

Damn!

How did we encounter such a big shot?

"I am Dustin Pete, a cowboy who enjoys herding!"

The white-skinned man grinned widely, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth, "But what I herd are not cows and sheep, but people!"

It must be said, this statent combined with Wu Shitong being bitten by zombies nearby, still held a lot of pressure.

[Daring to be so arrogant in front of the king at the top of the food chain, must be slaughtered and fed to the dogs!]

"Is this guy’s dad really powerful?"

Lin Baici inquired.

"It’s more than just powerful!"

Old man Luo spoke, his voice trembling, "Over in North Arica, there are a few big shots, reportedly strong enough to slay gods!"

"For example, Great Shaman Shakira of the Yellowstone Group, Silicon Valley boss Musk, Newton of Divine Gravity, they’ve all established their own God Hunter Groups, famous within the circle!"

"These people are very famous, very powerful, and their style is also neutral and orderly. As long as there is no conflict of interest, you don’t provoke , and I generally won’t provoke you!"

"But there’s one big shot that’s an exception!"

Old man Luo swallowed hard.

"Is it this guy’s dad?"

Huang Cheng was curious.

"Yes, you can tell by his nickna, Slave Master!"

ntioning this person made Zhong Shuman shiver, "Anything he sets his eyes on, he must get, believing in the survival of the fittest, with no sense of morality and no guilt!"

"So people dislike him, but those who dislike him have all beco his slaves, tortured and tornted to death by him!"

To put it simply, he’s both strong and evil!

You don’t like him, but you can’t do anything about him!

"Sa level as Shakira?"

Lin Baici knew the level of the Great Shaman and wanted to make a comparison.

"Probably stronger than Shakira, right?"

Zhong Shuman wasn’t sure because they had no chance and weren’t qualified to et such big shots.

If soone else hears others say their dad is a villain, they’d be infuriated, but not Dustin Pete, he seed rather proud, laughing.

"How about it? Now you know my father’s fa, so do you want to beco my slave?"

Pete asked.

"Your dad is your dad, you are you!"

Lin Baici looked at the white-skinned man, "Besides, you’re actually after my Lamb Shotgun, aren’t you?"

Lin Baici noticed that the other had been sneaking glances at his shotgun since he appeared.

Actually, it’s not surprising, since firearms are extrely rare in the God Hunter circle.

"Yes, you are worried you can’t beat Brother Lin, so you thought of this plan!"

Li Yintong nodded.

If by any chance Lin Baici fears the majesty of the slave owner and agrees with this Pete, he might just turn his head and get killed.

"God Lin, be careful, don’t answer recklessly from now on. This Pete definitely has so control-type Divine Grace."

Zhong Shuman reminded.

So Divine Graces have very bizarre ways of activating, making it hard for people to defend against.

Since Hoffman was able to make a na for himself as a slave owner, he must have so skills.

"So it’s called the Lamb Shotgun?"

Pete smacked his lips: "Ready for slaughter, lamb?"

"This na is quite inauspicious!"

For these Westerners, sotis sheep represent sothing not so good.

Like demons.

Over where Wu Shitong was, his screams gradually subsided, but no one cared. Now, Uncle Luo and the others were treating it as a major threat, trying their best to think of ways to avoid conflict.

"I wasn’t entirely after your shotgun!"

Pete explained: "I like to collect a few local slaves every place I go!"

"You’re so handso and strong, having you as a slave by my side would be really prestigious!"

Just like in the past, whoever had good slaves had a prestigious slave owner: "Of course, if you perform well, you could be promoted to steward!"

"Following surely has a better future than staying in a broken place like the Nine Provinces!"

"Oh, and you’re still very young, I can exploit you for many years, haha!"

Pete hadn’t planned to co out at first. He created this rule pollution using his father’s Taboo things, which was extrely terrifying, enough to kill anyone.

But while drinking and watching these people’s escape on TV, he heard gunfire and then saw Lin Baici’s shotgun.

This instantly triggered his possessive desire.

Pete had a revolver on his belt too, but that thing couldn’t shoot, it had another Divine Prohibition Effect.

Combined with Lin Baici’s outstanding performance, Pete wanted to conquer him.

"As a cowboy, you should surely have a shotgun, don’t you think it’s custom made for ?"

Pete laughed: "Thank God for guiding to this Nine Provinces place and letting et you!"

"An!"

"You’re dead!"

Li Yintong was angry: "Brother Lin, get him!"

"Damn, can you stop making trouble, do you think you can beat the slave owner’s son?"

Uncle Luo tried to diate.

"I can’t beat him, but Brother Lin can!"

Li Yintong was displeased: "Hey, white pig, let tell you, this is the newly crowned Dragon Wing of the Nine Provinces, Lin Baici. Even if your dad ca, he wouldn’t dare talk to him like that!"

"Ah?"

Pete was taken aback: "Dragon Wing of the Nine Provinces?"

Pete’s face showed obvious disbelief because Lin Baici was too young.

"Don’t you usually go on the Origin Forum?"

Li Yintong asked back.

"I do, but I never pay attention to news from you yellow-skinned monkeys!"

In Pete’s mind, Europa and North Arica were the mainstream world, while East Asia was just a dirty trash can, so dirty that even looking at it felt foul.

The sense of superiority was overwhelming.

"Well, now you know, right?"

Li Yintong glared fiercely at Pete: "Are you scared now?"

"Sis, can you say less?"

Uncle Luo wanted to cover Tai i’s mouth: "I think even Lin Baici isn’t as bold as you!"

For those who didn’t know, they’d think you were the Dragon Wing of the Nine Provinces!

Uncle Luo figured Lin Baici surely didn’t want to clash with Pete either, not because he wasn’t fearful, but because his father was too formidable.

"Haha!"

Pete sneered: "Yes, I’m so scared!"

"I’ve heard that in the Nine Provinces, you all really know how to play human relations. You must have climbed up that way, right?"

Lin Baici was too young, which made Pete not believe he had the level of a Dragon Wing of the Nine Provinces.

"Do you know Shakira?"