Huang Feihu was anxious, but Big Chef was in no hurry. He took out his phone, opened WeChat, pulled up the video, and glanced at the screen.
Whoa, what the hell was this meeting hall? Why did it look so creepy? Everything around it was pitch-black. Just looking at it chilled you from skin to bone. One glance told you this place was bad news. Sure, it was the Netherworld, but it was still somewhere that served the people. Couldn't it be a little sunnier? Look at those statues-all vicious ghosts and wrathful guardians, every last one ferocious. Not remotely approachable.
This decor needed changing. Big Chef felt a little oppressed. He understood that it was meant to intimidate, to tell the departed souls that good would be rewarded and evil punished, that they should never do bad things again, and that if they had, they had better come clean: leniency for confession, severity for resistance.
But Big Chef felt there was no need to make it look like a secret society's initiation hall. This looked less like the Underworld and more like a criminal organization.
"How did it feel to be on A Bite of China?" Sun Yujie asked, pushing over the breakfast she had ordered.
Big Chef helped himself without hesitation. "Wasn't a satisfying ride." After speaking, they both glanced at each other, thinking, You absolute animal! What kind of question was that? Then they exchanged a smile. Whenever they were together, they were strangely in sync-even their conversations went off the rails together.
Big Chef was having a wonderful time, while Huang Feihu felt ready to puke. Dong Re had yet to arrive. As the man in charge, Dong Re was generally supposed to chair this meeting. Huang Feihu had done it before, but things had changed