Lan Mu was merely waiting for someone.
By the time it took to eat a bowl of noodles, the eight of them had already finished, even draining every last drop of soup. The blissful looks on their faces made it seem as though they had eaten some divine delicacy.
The eight did not leave after eating. Sitting in their chairs, they looked at Lan Mu one moment and Han Yi the next.
Han Yi said coldly, "Wash your own bowls, leave the money on the table, then get lost!"
They said customers were gods, yet these three had practically groveled just for a bowl of noodles.
They slowly got up to gather their bowls and chopsticks. Just then, Fang Moqi arrived at the noodle shop entrance.
Fang Moqi had come quickly. Lan Mu had only waited seven or eight minutes in total, so he must have been nearby.
The shop doors were wide open, and Lan Mu sat at a table near the entrance. Fang Moqi spotted him at once and hurried inside.
"Didn't you say you were across the street?" Fang Moqi said as he walked in and took a seat.
He saw eight people who appeared to be customers clearing away the bowls they had eaten from.
"How strange... Boss! What kind of noodles do you sell here? Bring me two bowls!" Fang Moqi called out.
Han Yi froze. He could not gauge Lan Mu's depth, but he could gauge Fang Moqi's.
Fang Moqi had truly trained his body to the limits of human potential. Every movement displayed extraordinary physical prowess.
Looking at the thick calluses on Fang Moqi's hands, as well as the imposing spirit that had let him wrestle lions and tigers and battle black bears, Han Yi reckoned that despite training in martial arts for