By the time Randall reached the reception room, a long table had already been set up.
All kinds of food sat steaming on the table.
Seeing Randall return, the Base Chief hurried over to greet him.
"Young man, you're just in time. The chef just finished the last dish."
Randall glanced at him without a word, walked straight past him, and seated himself at the head of the table.
With his back to Randall, the Base Chief's expression instantly twisted into a snarl.
So you're from headquarters. What gives you the right to act so damn arrogant?!
But when he turned around, his face instantly switched to a fake smile.
Heh, enjoy your arrogance while you can!
Sitting down beside Randall, the Base Chief was about to invite him to eat, but Randall had already picked up his chopsticks.
Randall casually picked up a piece of Sea King meat and put it in his mouth.
He paused almost imperceptibly before chewing and swallowing.
Seeing Randall swallow the meat, the Base Chief's smile grew a little more genuine.
"How does it taste, young man?"
Randall nodded and said:
"Not bad. The spices are quite distinctive."
Then he gave the Base Chief a meaningful look.
That look made the Base Chief break out in a cold sweat.
Did he notice?
No, even if he did, what could he do? He already ate it!
Forcing down his unease, he was about to say something when Randall suddenly asked:
"When will that captain arrive?"
"Soon. In an hou—"
The Base Chief answered reflexively.
But halfway through, he realized something was wrong and hurriedly shut his mouth.
Then he gave an awkward but still polite smile.
Randall did not seem to care. He simply nodded and went back to eating.
The food on the table