"What do you mean you haven't found the owner of the restaurant?" A thick, cold voice erupted inside the Zhou clan grand hall.
A couple of feet from the Zhou clan patriarch, a fat middle-aged man was kneeled, his head hitting the ground. His back was drenched in cold sweats.
Anyone who knew this man would be stunned. This was the manager of the Nine Star Restaurant.
In the imperial capital, many would do anything just to gain the attention of this man. Yet, here he was, kneeling and trembling in front of the Zhou patriarch.
Unknown to many, the fame and wealth the man enjoyed was given to him by the Zhou ancient clan.
As one of the seven ancient clans, the Zhou clan could command wind and rain in the imperial capital.
The Nine Star manager was nothing but their puppet in charge of one of their businesses.
For many years, the Zhou clan had a tight control over the restaurant business. Especially over Spirit Food.
