Dada took Maud and the others to the largest and most expensive restaurant in town.
After they entered the restaurant, the most eye-catching person was Jim, who was covered in blood. As he walked, he not only left a bloody footprint with every step but also dripped blood everywhere.
But the restaurant staff didn't dare say a word.
Under the many astonished gazes, everyone took their seats one after another.
Jim didn't mind the sticky feeling on his body, but he was worried that his appearance would ruin Maud and the others' appetites.
So, as soon as he sat down, he stood again, pulled the tablecloth off the neighboring table, and wiped the blood from his face and body.
After a quick wipe, he casually tossed the bloodstained tablecloth aside. He was utterly carefree.
Dada handed the menu to Maud and waved grandly. "Order whatever you want. It's my treat today!"
At Dada's words, a sharp glint flashed briefly in Jim and Beli's eyes.
Maud thoughtfully passed the menu on to Jim and the others.
Jaya clasped her hands beneath her chin, the corners of her lips curling into an inscrutable smile.
As the crew's cook, she knew her companions' appetites like the back of her hand.
Maud and Lafitte were fairly normal. Even if they ate their fill, it would still be within an acceptable range.
But Jim and Beli were different...
As the dishes were served,
Dada chatted merrily over the meal.
He felt that being able to dine at the same table as several great figures was a major achievement.
Twenty minutes later,
Dada looked at Jim and Beli wolfing down their food, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
Two hours later,
Dada stood before the counter, holding an exorbitantly priced bill so long that