"Hey, hey, hey! Get out of here, you little Funeral Star! This is no place for you."
Wu Dao's entrance into the tavern merely caused the waiter to marvel at his imposing physique. But the sight of Mo Chen trailing behind him made the waiter scowl in disgust and wave him away.
"Niu Er, what's your problem? This young master is with my Uncle Wu. Watch out, or my uncle will beat you up!"
Faced with the waiter's snobbery, Mo Chen once again displayed his fiery spirit, acting tough with Wu Dao backing him up.
"Heh, a turtle yawning—what big... Fine. For today, I, Niu Er, will serve a young master like you for once."
Niu Er instinctively wanted to retort with a sharp jab of his own.
But after Wu Dao gave him a single, indifferent glance from his dark eyes, he choked back his words. He just muttered a few sarcastic remarks at Mo Chen before going to clean a table.
Clearly, he was just a pragmatic, ordinary man.
