Ren Ye and Brother Hong did not return to Xiaoyu Fast Food until around two thirty in the afternoon.
They parked the blue truck outside the Oil Refinery's back gate, then got out together and headed toward the front entrance.
When they reached the main street, Ren Ye habitually glanced around and spotted two additional vehicles belonging to the Great Might Heavenly Dragon Enforcement Team about eighty meters diagonally across from the fast-food restaurant.
There were about eight people inside, their bald heads gleaming and their little suits immaculate.
At the sight, Ren Ye frowned slightly and thought irritably, These dumbasses really are everywhere.
"You really hate them?" Brother Hong asked.
"Hate isn't the word. More like they scare me a little." Ren Ye did not put on airs this time and answered honestly, "I died at their hands at least a hundred times."
Brother Hong froze, a little shocked. "Over a hundred times? Is the Heavenly Dao your dad?"
"That Star Gate had very unusual mechanics. Just remember, don't mess with any bald people in the Migration Land. They're part of the Heavenly Dao's rules too, and getting tangled up with them is a huge hassle." After that warning, Ren Ye urged, "Come on, let's get moving."
"Yeah."
As they spoke, they entered the fast-food restaurant together.
Since it was not a mealtime and the hour fell awkwardly in between, there were only two customers inside, both already finished and heading out.
Brother Hong habitually surveyed the surroundings and transmitted his voice. "I'll wait here. Go ahead."
"Okay. Don't eat anything here. It'll give you the runs." After that reminder, Ren Ye headed farther inside with practiced ease.
Brother Hong bent down and sat at an empty table by the window, crossing his legs like a handsome middle-aged man