"Really? Since you want to dine and dash, I guess there's no other way."
The waiter wasn't bothered at all by Tang Ming's words and turned to shout, "Boss, someone finished their meal without settling the bill."
"Who? Let me see who dares to do this."
A dark-skinned, tall and burly middle-aged man came out with a group of hefty guys, all armed, directly surrounding Tang Ming and his companions.
"Bro, have you heard of Matsushima shrimp, Nanyang seafood, and Xuegu instant noodles?"
Seeing this display, Meng Xianjun laughed, looking at Tang Ming oddly, "It seems that places with thriving tourism like to gouge tourists."
"Can't be helped! One-time business, squeeze as much as you can, but over eighty thousand is too outrageous."
Tang Ming sighed helplessly, "The world is getting worse!"
"Hey, pay up right away, and then you can chat all you want."
The dark-faced boss saw Tang Ming and his crew chatting away, completely ignoring him, and angrily shouted.
