"Would you like something to eat, sir?"
After showing Zhou Shan to his room, the waiter asked.
"Bring me a roast chicken, two large pork knuckles, and a pot of wine."
Zhou Shan thought for a moment before answering.
Although he no longer needed to eat, he still had to indulge his appetite now and then.
"Certainly." The waiter replied, then asked, "Would you like to eat downstairs, sir, or have it sent to your room?"
"Send it to my room."
Zhou Shan said.
"No problem. Please wait a moment, sir."
The waiter left the room and shut the door behind him.
"Big Brother, that kid who just went upstairs is a fat sheep. He pulled out a hundred-tael banknote without even blinking." Downstairs, a man as skinny as a monkey whispered to a burly giant over two meters tall beside him. "And when he took out the note, I sneaked a look. He's got a whole stack of banknotes on him—at least tens of thousands of taels."
"Tens of thousands of taels in banknotes? Could he be some young master who snuck out of a wealthy clan?"
"Even if he is a young master from a wealthy clan, he's so young and yet dares travel alone. His strength must not be weak."
"We don't need to confront him head-on. Once he falls asleep tonight, we can secretly blow Soul-Bewitching Smoke into his room. The Soul-Bewitching Smoke in my hands isn't ordinary stuff—it came from the Five Poisons Sect. Even a Superclass Martial Artist will fall victim to it if caught unprepared."
Besides the monkey-thin man, three others sat around the burly giant.
Among the martial artists who had come to Blackwater Town, there were all kinds of people.
Some had come purely to watch the spectacle.
Others were wandering