By the time the Imperial Fighting Team and the Shrek Team finished their Soul Fighting Tournament match, it was already late at night. At that hour, the streets of Suotuo City should have been sparsely populated.
In reality, however, Suotuo City was still ablaze with lights, and several hotels were doing even better business than during the day.
Qin Ming, the seven members of the Shrek Team, Zhao Wuji, and Flender were dining on the first floor of the Moyue Hotel.
Naturally, drinking and dining would not have been complete without some bragging, so Qin Ming began shamelessly fawning over the seven members of the Shrek Team.
As for exactly how he fawned over them, the original novel had all the details.
But just as Qin Ming was lavishing them with praise, a completely ordinary-looking, utterly unremarkable middle-aged man walked in. He picked a seat at random and sat down.
Only one table separated his seat from Shrek Academy's table, and that table happened to be empty.
After sitting down, the middle-aged man asked a waiter for the menu and casually ordered a few simple dishes. Then he listened with a smile as Qin Ming continued wildly praising the Shrek Team behind him.
"Only now do I understand why you wear masks. You've surprised me so many times. I always thought the Imperial Fighting Team was very talented, but compared to you, they're nothing at all. If you were the same age, they wouldn't have any chance of winning."
When he heard those words from Qin Ming, the smile at the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth deepened. He quietly slipped a hand inside his clothes.
He lightly pressed a square Soul Tool, then quickly withdrew his hand.
To everyone else, his movement looked as though he had merely been