Yan Huan was having a great time when a large group of people suddenly barged into the milk tea shop.
"Which one of you is Sampo?"
"Huh?"
Yan Huan turned around, baffled.
"What about Sampo?"
"That's him! That's him!"
The food cart owner stepped forward and pointed at him.
"He's got no manners! Just because the samples were free, he kept coming back for more!"
"And it turns out you're not even a king!"
The Hound Family officer in charge pulled up some records and said grimly,
"Belobog's information was updated a few days ago. It doesn't have a king. It has a Supreme Guardian, and she's a woman!"
"...Huh?"
"Hold on."
Yan Huan stood up at once.
"So what if I'm not a king? Is bragging a crime?"
"Bragging isn't a crime, but your behavior has gone too far. Come with us. We need to have a talk about your manners!"
"...Huh?"
Yan Huan snapped his fingers.
Snap—
In an instant, everyone in the milk tea shop froze.
"Huh? Why am I here again?"
While they were distracted, Yan Huan swaggered out of the shop, grumbling,
"What the hell? I eat some ice cream, brag a little, and suddenly I'm getting hauled in for a lecture?"
About half a minute later.
The Hounds in the milk tea shop finally came to their senses.
"What happened? That guy got away!"
"Wait...!"
The shop assistant rushed over, shouting,
"He—he hasn't paid yet!"
"Three Sodalu sparkling waters, two taro bubble teas..."
"Oh, that does it!" The lead Hound clenched his fist.
"Looks like this guy's a habitual freeloader. Sampo, was it? Put him on the wanted list too!"
In the middle of the shopping street.
Yan Huan stared at the enormous eyeball in front of him and asked,
"Why does this