After finding a hotel, Yang Yuan and the carriage driver, Old Zhang, found a seat in the first-floor restaurant and called over a waiter to order several signature dishes.
Old Zhang had been assigned to Yang Yuan by Qian Renxue to help him drive the carriage.
Though he was merely a carriage driver, he was actually a level 44 assault-type battle Soul Ancestor.
Just as the two were about to eat, the Shrek group swaggered in.
The little fatty, Ma Hongjun, strutted at the front. Before long, he led the others to a table right beside Yang Yuan's.
After sitting down, Ma Hongjun gave Dai Mubai beside him a sly look.
"Dai Laoda, you said it yourself—you're treating us to this meal."
Dai Mubai glanced at him and snorted.
"Cut the nonsense. I said I'm treating, so I'm treating. Do you think I'd skip out on the bill?"
"As expected of Dai Laoda, so generous."
"Don't worry, I'll help you save some money."
Ma Hongjun burst into laughter, the two little mustaches above his lips twitching along with it. His eyes gleamed with cunning.
He then called over a waiter and began ordering wildly, picking more than a dozen dishes in one go.
Among the group, Tang San raised a hand to stop Ma Hongjun, who still wanted to keep ordering.
"That's enough, Fatty. Don't make Dai Laoda spend too much."
Ma Hongjun waved him off carelessly, boasting, "Xiao San, you're underestimating Dai Laoda's wealth."
"What's this little bit of money? You don't know this, but back in Suotuo City, Dai Laoda took Xiao Ao and me out to visit—"
"Ahem!"
Before Ma Hongjun could finish, Dai Mubai's expression changed. He coughed heavily, cutting him off, while glancing guiltily toward the cold-looking woman in black beside him, whose figure was