Let them hold it.
What else could he do? It wasn't as if he could forbid them from having a meeting."
Chen Fan sat silently at the long table. The only thing he couldn't understand was why they had to hold the meeting on his continent, specifically in his Banquet Hall, and over a meal, at that.
"Well?"
Long Qi picked up a piece of poached meat with his chopsticks and popped it into his mouth, looking rather smug. "Tastes pretty good, right?"
Two men sat opposite them.
One was a middle-aged man with a cold expression. Even while eating, he looked as icy as ever, as though someone owed him several hundred trillion eerie stones and had never paid him back. At the moment, he was shoveling food into his mouth.
The other man was considerably younger.
He wore a leather hood and smacked his lips as he ate, his eating speed no less impressive.
Chen Fan said nothing. He simply picked up some Chinese lettuce and put it in his mouth. Were they here for a meeting or a meal?
Finally.
After a long while.
Both men set down their chopsticks at the same time.
The cold-faced middle-aged man elegantly took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth before saying indifferently, "Aver—
age."
The younger man beside him let out a hearty burp and said contentedly, "Nothing special. Decent enough."
Long Qi curled his lip and nudged Chen Fan, who sat beside him, with his elbow, lowering his voice.
"This is why I don't want to work with these two.
3
"They're complete idiots."
"We can hear you." There was still not the slightest ripple in the cold-faced middle-aged man's voice.
"I know you can. That's why I said it."