In the private room.
Bai Giyu and a dozen or so middle-aged men knelt on the tatami.
The low table was covered with all sorts of pickled vegetables.
Old Ninth brazenly pushed open the door.
"Whoa, what a grand welcome!"
Hi Dog let out an exaggerated cry.
What a sight.
Opening a door to find a whole crowd kneeling before you-how thrilling was that?
"This is our Young Master Bai, and this is Mr. Fang."
The Secretary deliberately skipped Old Ninth, taking a little petty revenge on him.
Fang Mu left nothing to chance. Bowing his head, he respectfully introduced him. "This is my boss, Ninth Master."
"Ninth Master, Tenth Master, whatever. You're not that old. What, are you some ancient monster who's lived for centuries?"
Young Master Bai sneered.
The other Koreans all laughed at that.
"Then just call me Xiao Jiu."
Old Ninth kicked off his shoes and stepped onto the tatami.
Everyone else had a cushion, but there were none where Old Ninth's group was meant to sit.
Clearly, they still wanted to put them in their place.
Fortunately, Old Ninth was not one to stand on ceremony.
"Well, sorry about this..." Old Ninth thumped his legs. "An old problem. My bones are stiff, so I can't kneel. Hey, Hi Dog, go find me a chair."
A moment later, Hi Dog carried the lobby sofa straight into the private room.
Thud!
"Now that's comfortable."
Old Ninth lay back on the sofa in bliss.
Young Master Bai and the others immediately darkened. Two of them even slammed the table and rose.
"Aishiba, are you here to cause trouble?"
The crowd knelt before the table, with Old Ninth sitting opposite them.
It looked as though the Koreans were kneeling to Old Ninth.
"It's fine. Everyone has their own customs.