Sunshine, beaches, cacti, and Jinling Head-Chopper King.
When Raymond, dressed like a Hawaiian tourist in a gaudy floral shirt and shorts, his hairy legs exposed beneath sunglasses, arrived, this was the scene he saw.
Looking at Huai Shi and the long iron mace in his hand, Raymond trembled with rage, his limbs turned cold, and tears nearly welled up.
What was wrong with this world?
What did they truck drivers have to do before everyone would be satisfied?
Bullying a poor man burdened by curses—where was his humanity? Where was his conscience?!
Where was the promised feast, the promised warm hospitality, the promise of making him feel at home?
The feast was a last meal, the warm hospitality was a beating, and feeling at home meant getting sent home like this?!
It was rare for him to come to the Present Realm for a vacation, and even rarer for someone to treat him. The two joys overlapped, and it should have been... what was it again?
He had forgotten the rest...
"Where's the food?!"
He demanded furiously, "Where's my food?!"
"It's only a little after five. Why are you in such a rush?"
Huai Shi glanced down at the time, then patted the arena behind him. "Get up here. Move yourself. Once we're done, I'll fill you up. Eat as much as you want."
"..."
Raymond smacked his lips, somehow feeling that something about those words was off.
But with delicious food dangling before him like a carrot before a mule, his attention was instantly seized.
The big man eagerly peeled off his floral shirt and shorts, leaving only the fitted combat T-shirt and shorts beneath, then beckoned Huai Shi over.
"What are you waiting for?" he urged. "Hurry up, hurry up! I'm starving!"
Huai Shi studied him for a