He was about to continue eavesdropping when suddenly he heard someone talking nearby.
"Sir, why are you lying on the ground?
"Do you need a hand getting up?"
Quan Boya was taken aback for a moment and got up, tidying his black sportswear.
He was in his thirties, slightly overweight, with an unremarkable appearance.
"No need, no need, you go about your business."
His attire was totally out of place in the Golden Emperor Hotel, and the waiter was stunned for a moment, "Uh, sir, are you here for a meal? Or to meet someone?
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
Quan Boya grinned.
"I'm... here for a meal, I suppose.
"A meal!
"But I also have an account to settle."
The waiter frowned.
"An account?"
Quan Boya nodded, and white mist rose at his feet, from which crawled out three emaciated hungry dogs!
"Roar..."
The three hungry dogs emitted a low growl, saliva hanging from their mouths.
