The waiter was relieved of his distress of losing an arm by also having his head removed. 6

The patrons had all run away. Zhao Changhe looked around and his mouth twitched. “There was even someone just now who said he’d treat me to a drink. He ran away faster than a rabbit.”0

He went to grab the unpoisoned food and drink at the other tables and feasted in the center of the inn. I’ll just think of this as their treat.0

Someone laughed heartily outside. “After a conflict in the jianghu with corpses strewn around, no normal person would dare sit down here to eat. How about I treat you?”0

Zhao Changhe did not even raise his head to look at the newcomer. “So, Young Master Cui, are you abnormal as well?”0

Cui Yuanyong sat across from him and smiled. “Maybe I am.”0

“So who’s treating who now? For a child from a big family to freeload food—you really aren’t a normal person.” Zhao Changhe casually poured his interlocutor some wine. “Where’s your sister? Why are you by yourself? She should be the one I’m treating. Treating you to a meal seems pretty odd.”0

Cui Yuanyong grinned. “What’s wrong? Are you interested in...0