Upon entering the city, the trio wasted no time and immediately ducked into a restaurant to stuff their faces.
Of course, Shen Haoran hadn't come to this restaurant just to eat. Such places were always bustling with gossip, making them the best venues for gathering intelligence. As newcomers, their first priority was naturally to collect information; eating was just a convenient excuse.
"Waiter, another order of braised pork trotters!" Shen Haoran yelled, his voice muffled by a mouthful of food. 'Since we're here, we have to play the part. Eat first, ask questions later!' Long Mo stared speechlessly at the ravaged tabletop and couldn't help but complain internally, 'He's playing the part a little *too* convincingly. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was a starving ghost reincarnated!'
