"Yes, yes, yes."
The White Shark Gang's leader nodded furiously, like a chicken pecking at rice.
No matter what Lu Bai said, he didn't dare show the slightest sign of dissent.
He felt like he was living in a damn dream. Who could've guessed that the little lamb he'd randomly run into on the street would suddenly turn out to be a powerful martial artist?
But what was done was done. He could only accept his fate.
"Since you're here, help me with something else."
Lu Bai slung an arm around White Shark with a cheerful grin and added, "I'm hungry, anyway."
He looked up, scanning the White Shark Gang members who were still standing, and finally fixed his gaze on a rather portly man. "You. Go fry me a couple of dishes."
When Lu Bai pointed at Fatty, the man first shuddered in fright. Then he processed what Lu Bai had said and froze.
"Fatty! Didn't you hear the boss's orders?! Hurry up and go!" White Shark urged him in exasperation.
It wasn't that he was a coward. It was just that he could feel the warmth of Lu Bai's arm against his neck, which left him terribly on edge. He was afraid Lu Bai might get annoyed and twist his head off.
Fatty wore an indescribable expression.
Still, being able to leave the inn for a breather was some small comfort.
In the hallway, after watching Fatty leave, the dozen or so White Shark Gang members all turned their eyes back to Lu Bai in unison.
The gang leader, White Shark, didn't even dare breathe too loudly. His voice was strained as he said, "Boss, we..."
"I told you, there's no need to be nervous."
Lu Bai casually patted White Shark on the shoulder, making the gang leader's