Zhou Changqing swept a surprised glance over the crimson bloodstone paving stretching all the way to the end, then withdrew his gaze and headed toward the inner city.
Finding a lavishly decorated restaurant, Zhou Changqing ordered a table full of dishes.
Once the food had been served, Zhou Changqing stopped the waiter before he could leave.
"Sir, is there anything else you need?"
Serving tea and water in a restaurant required, above all else, the ability to read people's expressions.
Although this waiter was only a Dou Zhe, one glance was enough for him to tell that the young man before him was no ordinary person.
Clean clothes, handsome features, and an otherworldly bearing were things many people living in the Black-Corner Region lacked.
Thus, the waiter was extremely courteous, even a little fawning, not daring to show the slightest neglect.
Zhou Changqing beckoned him closer, then asked, "You should know Blood Fiend City pretty well, right?"
"Oh, sir, you've certainly come to the right person. I grew up here in Blood Fiend City and have been working in restaurants for over a decade. How could I not know it? Is there something you'd like to ask me?"
Upon hearing this, the waiter immediately understood what Zhou Changqing wanted and replied with a smile.
At the same time, a hint of delight flashed in his eyes.
There was no other reason for it-he had encountered this situation often. Many customers newly arrived in Blood Fiend City would ask for information about the city.
As for why he was pleased, it was because customers would most likely leave a tip if his answers satisfied them.
If he met a generous customer, a single tip could even equal half a month's wages!
"I do have a few questions. Do you know where