"Sir, how may I help you?" a waiter asked respectfully as he approached Zhang Zheng.
"I want to switch seats with him," Zhang Zheng said, pointing at Yang Qi. "I've taken a liking to this spot."
"I'm not sure about that, sir," the waiter said with a frown. "This gentleman is also a member of our Sea View Pavilion."
"What's wrong with it? He's just a Bronze Member. I, however, am a Silver Member, and my master, Chen Tiequan, is a Gold Member. Are you sure you want to provoke the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall?" Zhang Zheng said coldly.
"This…" The waiter hesitated, clearly troubled.
