October 27, 7:30 am.

Qiao and his classmates lined up in an orderly manner, sang high-pitched and passionate military songs, and walked into the North Canteen of the University of Justice in unison.

Of course, Qiao is just a mess in the team again.

He sounded quite familiar with these military songs, but he couldn't sing them. So when he walked in the team, Qiao's dough was a little red, and he felt a little embarrassed.

The Imperial Capital Judicial University only has the Police Academy to perform militarized management.

When Qiao lined up into the cafeteria, there were already many students from other colleges sitting in the cafeteria. They were talking and laughing in a low voice, and the spacious cafeteria was full of buzzing sounds.

There is a large area on the first and second floors of the North Canteen that reserves seats specifically for the Police Academy.

New rookies like Qiao, and sophomore old students, dine on the first floor; while junior students, and senior students, dine on the second floor.

Students from the Police Academy lined up by the shelf where the tableware was placed. Each of them took a piece of tableware and then lined up to the canteen window. Soder stood beside Qiao and whispered: "Joe, the canteen is full, you can add it if you don't have enough... Don't waste food, otherwise you will be fined ten times the time... You will be deducted daily points. If the plot is serious, you will be recorded in the file..."

"Waste?" Joe kept making loud tweets, and he muttered in a low voice: "I never waste food... because no matter how much food, I will eat it."

After practicing breathing, Qiao's appetite became extremely terrifying.

As his physical functions continued to increase, Joe's demand for food also reached an inhuman level. All kinds of foods would be completely digested when they entered his stomach. Now he had no idea where his appetite was.

Waste food?

How is that possible!

It's finally Joe's turn.

Qiao handed the two large plates into the window and smiled brightly at the tall and burly cafeteria aunt: "Please fill them up... Well, this plate is filled with fried bacon, the space for this plate is half filled with sausages and half filled with bread..."

"Also, the small wooden barrel behind you, yes, is the small wooden barrel with a capacity of five liters. I saw fresh milk? It's so good, can I fill it with it?"

"By the way, there are fried eggs... It's really good. Please give me a hundred fried eggs!"

"Is there any wine for serving? No? The police academy strictly prohibits drinking? Well, okay, then forget it... Cut me a large piece of beef for cooking, thank you... Forget it, don't cut it anymore, just give me all the hind legs you have at hand!"

Joe yelled loudly while swallowing hard, while his stomach kept making a "gurgling" whistle.

Soder stood aside with a plate, looking at the few slices of bacon, two sausages, two fried eggs, a piece of beef, and two pounds of black bread on his plate, his face twitched in waves.

Soder, who is nearly seven feet tall, thinks he has the greatest appetite in the entire police academy!

With a big appetite, Soder has always been proud of his strong body.

But after hearing Joe's words... Soder whispered with a bit of a bumpy teeth: "Joe, don't do it nonsense, you, what do you want to do?"

Soder subconsciously remembered what Qiao said to Solin when he woke up in the morning.

This guy, can't he think that he would deduct all his daily points in the morning and be fired and got out of here?

"I'm hungry!" Qiao turned to look at Soder, and his voice became louder and louder: "I'm not doing anything nonsense, I didn't make trouble either. I'm afraid this little thing is not enough for me to beat."

Qiao swallowed a big saliva hard, and the sound in her belly became louder and louder.

Several canteen aunts behind the window stopped their work at the same time. They widened their eyes and stared at Qiao hard. In their eyes, Qiao was here to make trouble... The food he wanted was enough for ten strong men to eat.

Even if he is such a tall and fat man, he will never eat ten servings of food for breakfast.

The fat and strong canteen aunt supported her hands on the long dining table and shouted to Qiao: "Little guy, we have never seen you before... If I had seen you, I would definitely have an impression... Are you a transfer student? Ha, a transfer student with background is really enviable!"

"But your elders, you're not going to be naughty when you're trying to get you into the shift!"

The aunt in the cafeteria put a piece of black bread, a few slices of bacon, two pieces of sausages, and a few fried eggs into Qiao's plate, and placed the plate in front of Qiao: "It's just so much... Little guy. Police Academy, but there are rules!"

Qiao looked at the canteen aunt with grievance. He looked down at the "poor" little food on the plate. After thinking about it, he grabbed the two-pound piece of black bread, pinched it with both hands, and pinched it into a hard dough ball.

Qiao was about to stuff the face ball into his mouth, and several young men with red armbands on their left arm embroidered with iron gray silk thread on it, and even embroidered with the words "School Discipline Inspection" had already strode over.

Because Qiao was entangled with the canteen aunt here, the entire first-year and second-year dining team of the Police Academy stopped.

The second-grade students stood behind. After more than a year of study, they already had some elite qualities. They lined up patiently and didn't say much.

And the freshmen in the first grade have already started to make noises loudly.

Someone even raised the plate in his hand and tapped the plate with a fork, making a 'rattle' noise.

"Quiet!" A school discipline inspector roared loudly and then blew the police whistle.

Amid the sharp whistle, the students of the Police Academy quickly stood quietly and stood at the scene, while the students of other colleges in the cafeteria stood up curiously and looked at this side.

Several other school discipline inspectors surrounded Qiao. A young man who was six feet or two inches tall and a bit sinister looked over to Qiao, slapped Qiao's face ball to the ground, and kicked Qiao's calf.

With a loud bang, Qiao's body remained motionless, and there was a clear gray footprint on his black trouser legs.

Looking at the face ball that fell to the ground, Qiao was angry and couldn't help but lower his head and shouted at the young man: "What do you want to do?"

The young man looked up at Qiao in shock.

His kick just now had a lot of effort, so why did he have nearly a thousand pounds of strength?

If it were an ordinary student, not to mention how far he kicked him away, he might even have a comminuted fracture of his calf bone.

But what about Joe?

Qiao did not move at all, but his soles were recoiled, and the tendons at the bottom of his foot were thrusting, which was very painful.

However, he has great justice and great power!

He slapped the armband on his left arm hard, and the sinister young man sternly said: "I am Duden von Hankheim, the discipline inspector of the Police College... I ask you, why do you disrupt the order of dining? Why do you waste food?"

Du Deng pulled out the oak baton hanging around his waist, turned to Qiao, and hit Qiao's fat and fleshy buttocks.

Qiao grabbed the baton with his back hand. With a force of five fingers, he exerted a "bang" sound. The oak baton, which was more than two feet long, was crushed by Qiao!

It is not a pinch, but a baton is like a counterfeit and shoddy product made of flour, and it is directly pinched into large pieces of wood flour.

The fine powder fell from Qiao's fingers. Qiao looked down at Du Deng with a dull face, and sneered word by word: "Disturbation of order? Waste food? He-mother, I'm going to eat, you knocked off my food, and you still said I was wasting food?"

The pupils were slightly flushed, and the "crystal" instinct was like a troll hidden under the sea, quietly floating out of the sea.

Qiao noticed Duden's malice towards him.

It’s not because of Qiao Ganggang’s behavior... Du Deng was already full of malice towards Qiao. The kick just now and the kick just now were just a matter of taking advantage of the problem!

Malicious!

Joe remembered Matthew who assassinated him before, the students of the Fourth University who surrounded him at the gate of the Justice University, and the tall man who threatened him last night.

And at this moment, Du Deng emerged again.

Du Deng threw the half-cut baton in his hand to the ground. He stepped on the sphere that was as solid as a solid iron ball by Qiao, and shouted with a sarcastic look: "Are you going to eat? Who has ever seen that before eating, you have to make the precious food... the food provided to us for free by the Empire for free?"

Du Deng shook his head hard and threw the terrible scene of Qiao's "smashing" the oak baton.

Yes, it is terrible to crush an oak baton...it is 'crumbing', not 'breaking', and such a power is very terrible. But Du Deng is not an unknown person. He has seen equally terrible, or even more terrible powers.

Therefore, Qiao's methods could not scare him.

He looked at the canteen aunt standing behind the window and said majestic: "Auntie, can you testify that he is wasting food?"

The cafeteria narrowed her eyes. She was silent for a while and said heavily: "A naughty little guy, Du Deng... When you first entered the school, you were as naughty as him!"

Another canteen aunt shouted: "That's right, Du Deng, this little guy asked for so much food."

The aunt was so quick that she reported the food that Qiao had just asked for loudly.

In the cafeteria, students from other colleges immediately started to discuss, and many people looked at Qiao with disdain.

Someone even yelled loudly: "It turns out that he is a food waste bastard... he shuts him tightly, whips him, and punishes him for his daily life..."

At least hundreds of students applauded and shouted at the same time.

Qiao looked cold, and he reached out and dragged out an iron tray five feet long and three feet wide from the dining table behind the window.

On the huge iron tray, pieces of beef hind legs were placed with shiny and shiny pieces, each of which was at least the size of a human head.

Qiao grabbed a piece of beef hind legs, tore off a large strip, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it twice. At least half a pound of beef was swallowed by him in one bite.

Then, one bite, one bite, one bite...

Qiao ate such a large piece of beef in just half a minute.

Then there is the second, the third, the fourth…

In just half a quarter of an hour, Qiao killed most of the beef leg meat on the iron tray. He stretched out his hand to the canteen aunt who was standing behind the window, who was stunned: "It's a bit dry, give me a bucket of milk to moisten my throat!"

The entire cafeteria was silent, and everyone could speak.

Have seen a meal bucket!
Chapter completed!