The restaurant's head waiter personally led the way, followed by four burly male servers. In pairs, they carried tomahawk steaks of rugged appearance and astonishing size.
Every diner stopped eating, watching as the servers solemnly lowered the enormous platters onto the table at Li Jie's booth, their concentration absolute, like devout worshippers offering sacrifices to a god.
The head waiter's gaze roamed over the booth before settling on Whelan, the only person who fit his mental image of someone capable of challenging such a monstrosity-even though Whelan was trying hard to hide in the shadows.
"Sir, your... tomahawk steak."
A barely perceptible hint of awe colored his voice as he motioned for the servers to place the first one in front of Whelan.
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap!
At that moment, enthusiastic applause filled the restaurant, accompanied by waves of whispers and exclamations. Every gourmand seemed to have beheld the one true god.
The broad rib bone stretched across the entire table, nearly touching Clark opposite it. Oil gleamed on the dark brown crust, and waves of heat rolled off the thick slab of meat.
"Wow, that looks great." Li Jie looked at the thing, which was bigger than his head, and extended a hand toward Whelan. "The stage is yours!"
He drove off Clark and Whelan when they tried to pay with a fierce, chilling glare, then smugly took out his money and paid the six-hundred-dollar bill.
He might not have earned tens of millions a year, but he still had over a hundred thousand in dirty money tossed in his trunk.
He waved goodbye to Whelan and reminded him to train hard, then wished Kara well with her studies and told her to finish her homework on time. Under the girl's disgruntled gaze, Li Jie stepped on