Haitian Pavilion was bustling with activity. It was almost closing time, yet suddenly several tables of guests arrived, which delighted the manager of Haitian Pavilion.
However, when the manager saw a group of burly, tattooed men with a fierce demeanor, his expression changed instantly, thinking they were troublemakers.
Upon seeing Ma Wu, the manager immediately rushed over, nodding and bowing, "Good evening, Fifth Brother. What would you like to eat?"
Remembering Xiaobao's words, Ma Wu's eyes lit up and he chuckled, "Bring out the most expensive dishes for me; let's start with five tables. Also, give us the most expensive wine your place has!"
The manager looked utterly dumbfounded, then his face crumpled as if in mourning, "Fifth Brother, if Haitian Pavilion has offended you in any way, please tell us. We will certainly apologize and make amends. Please don't cause us any trouble, Fifth Brother!"
