Since Tuoba Danqing had left, Li Huowang found no pleasure in sitting alone in that tavern.
He'd learned a lot today; he needed to go back and digest it all.
Right then, the sound of Hong Zhong slapping his palm came from the side. "Not bad, not bad, you really deserve to be one of the Sanyuan. The way you mix lies! Truth mingled with falsehood, falsehood tinged with truth. Even if that old bastard goes snooping, he won't find anything amiss."
Li Huowang shot him a glare, opened his mouth to retort, but just then the waiter, with a white towel draped over his shoulder, walked in.
Seeing the waiter bowing deeply to him, Li Huowang said nothing, just lifted his foot and headed outside. Yet at that moment, the waiter's voice came from behind him.
"Esteemed guest, there's plenty you haven't touched today. Should I, like last time, pack everything up in a food box for you to take home?"
Li Huowang's expression turned cold in an instant. "Pack what? Forget it! I'm not taking it!"
