A Song That Broke the Heart, a Second That Sought a Kindred Spirit at the Ends of the Earth

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Po Jun bent down and wiped clean the wine spilled across the floor. Then he rose calmly, turned, and made to leave.

"Wait!"

The strange guest with black-and-red hair picked up the silver from the table. "This is a reward from me."

Po Jun paused and said evenly, "This is part of my duty. No reward is needed."

The surrounding guests clicked their tongues in wonder, thinking that this waiter had quite the backbone.

The guest gave a strange, sinister chuckle and said forcefully, "If I give you silver, you must accept it. If you refuse, then restore the wine you just spilled on the floor."

Po Jun frowned slightly. "Honored guest, why must you be so aggressive? I am merely an ordinary waiter. Why make things difficult for me?"

The guest burst into laughter. "No! You are not ordinary! If you were ordinary, I would not bother making things difficult for you. It is precisely because you are not ordinary that I insist on doing so. Either take the silver, thank me, and leave, or do not leave at all."

Only then did all the guests in the tavern catch the meaning behind his words. They immediately understood that this waiter was no simple man and that an enemy had come looking for him.

Some bold and skilled people dared remain to watch the excitement, while others who feared trouble immediately rose, left their payment for the wine, and hurried downstairs.

Quite a few guests who had ordered Po Jun about earlier wore particularly strange expressions. They had never expected that a waiter at China Pavilion would have such a background.

Po Jun slowly turned to face the strange man, his expression puzzled. "I have never met you before. If I have offended you in the past, please