Silence.
The people at the nearby hotpot tables were all frozen in place.
A few of them had been planning to jump in and mock Lewis Lu and Evan Lin once they couldn’t finish eating, hoping to win Brian Guang’s favor.
But the current situation was obviously beyond anything they’d imagined. Just moments ago, Lewis Lu looked like he was about to burst from overeating, but now he seemed as if he’d been injected with pure adrenaline.
Plate after plate, dish after dish—he’d dunk them in the hotpot for a second, then they’d go straight into his mouth.
Meanwhile, Evan Lin, sitting next to Lewis, kept eating at a steady, unhurried pace, never rushing.
"He just finished another round..."
"How big is this guy’s stomach, anyway?"
People stared at Lewis Lu, listening to the sound of him smacking his lips.
May Xia, sitting beside Lewis, was wide-eyed and full of curiosity. It was her first time seeing Lewis eat like this.
Even the waiters nearby were staring this way—none of them had ever seen anyone eat like this before.
"Wow! This feels amazing! So hungry! Ah!"
Lewis Lu’s lips were so swollen from the spice they looked like sausages, making him look downright ridiculous. But he was eating with pure joy, picking up his chopsticks for another round.
After polishing off all ten servings, he still wasn’t satisfied—he grabbed a spoon and scooped up a ladle of broth from the bottom of the pot, happily gulping it down.
"So good!"
Lewis Lu felt so refreshed he could practically fly—the hunger was finally replaced by fullness.
"You finished it all?"
Brian Guang’s face kept shifting from green to white, his arm visibly trembling.
“Didn’t expect it—this kid’s a real talent.” The guys at the other tables couldn’t help but marvel.
"Go pay the bill. What are you standing around for?"
Evan Lin pulled a napkin, wiped his mouth, leaned back in his chair, and watched Brian Guang with amused interest.
Evan Lin hadn’t eaten much.
When Lewis Lu was about to give up earlier, Evan Lin had casually patted him on the shoulder—really, he’d sent a wisp of spiritual qi to help his digestion along.
Not only that—because Lewis ate so much, all the energy from the food was scattered and absorbed into his body.
For most martial artists, the energy you get from food isn’t much. But for a regular guy like Lewis Lu, it was enough to make him noticeably stronger.
"You..."
Brian Guang’s face alternated between green and white—he was embarrassed, because he didn’t have enough money.
"Zhiwei!"
Brian Guang called out.
"Bro Guang, what’s up? Just say the word!" Victor Xu snapped out of it, heard Brian call him, and immediately turned his head.
"Pay the bill!"
Brian Guang’s face darkened and he let out a cold snort.
"Uh..."
Victor Xu’s face instantly turned awkward. He leaned over to Brian Guang and whispered, "Bro Guang, I don’t have enough money."
A hundred and fifty thousand—no normal person has that kind of cash lying around.
"Sir, your total comes to 150,000 yuan."
At that moment, the waiter came over with the bill and looked at Brian Guang.
Countless eyes turned to look at him.
"Bro Guang, let me treat you to this meal!"
A guy from the next table who sells cars saw things going south and quickly stood up.
Brian Guang was just about to thank him, ready to throw in some flattery and maybe offer to set him up with his cousin.
"No way. We agreed Brian Guang was treating. You—sit down."
Evan Lin lounged in his chair, his eyes sweeping coldly across the face of the man who’d stood up.
The man was about to get angry and snap, "What business is it of yours?" But before he could say a word, the moment he met Evan Lin’s eyes, his face went pale. He broke out in a cold sweat, like a dozen swords were pressed to his neck—pure killing intent. The terror made him wet himself on the spot. His tablemates caught the strange smell and their faces changed, but all they could do was grit their teeth and bear it.
"What did you just say? Brian what?" Victor Xu slammed the table and stood up, about to curse Evan Lin out. But a chill ran down his spine, his legs went weak, and he sat back down.
He had no idea what had just happened.
Hearing Evan Lin’s words, Brian Guang’s face twitched. He hesitated, but when the boss didn’t say another word, he couldn’t push the bill onto him—so he could only stew in silent resentment.
He told the waiter, "Give me a second, I need to make a call."
Brian Guang gritted his teeth. A hundred and fifty thousand yuan—that was three months’ allowance!
He dialed a number—at this point, his only option was to call his cousin.
"Bro, it’s me, Guangyu. Can you lend me some money?"
"A hundred and fifty thousand. Just send it to my Alipay."
"Got it! Thanks, bro!"
Brian Guang hung up, glaring hatefully at Evan Lin.
He and Zack Guang didn’t live together. Normally, Brian was a little afraid of Zack, so calling him like this took some nerve.
Once the money arrived, Brian Guang paid the bill and finally stood up.
"Let’s go. It’s getting late—we should head back."
Brian Guang gritted his teeth, staring daggers at Evan Lin.
If May Xia weren’t here, Brian wouldn’t have minded having someone beat this punk up.
The group left Talent Hall Restaurant.
Outside, Brian Guang was still in a foul mood. Watching May Xia fuss over Lewis Lu, asking if he was too full, made him burn with jealousy.
"Tomorrow my cousin has a match—he’ll be facing a top expert from the Jiangnan Sword Sect. Want to come watch?" Brian Guang took a deep breath, steadied himself, and finally spoke.
"Uh..."
Lewis Lu looked worried.
He glanced at Evan Lin.
"This little brother should come too!"
Brian Guang looked at Evan Lin, worried he might slip away.
Tomorrow, with Zack Guang’s match, Brian planned to use the opportunity to finally crush Lewis Lu’s hopes.
As long as Zack Guang was there, Brian had a hundred ways to show Lewis just how huge the gap between them really was.
Most importantly, Brian planned to call Zack as soon as he got home. He’d already decided on his excuse: someone set him up, that’s why he got swindled out of 150,000!
A hundred and fifty thousand isn’t much for the Guang family, but being tricked and bullied? For the pride of the Guang family’s younger generation, Zack Guang would never let that slide!
Whether it’s a broken hand or a broken leg—that’s up to Brian.
Brian Guang looked at Evan Lin with pure malice.
Evan Lin’s expression was calm. He’d only come to the Mu family to retrieve his sword. As for Zack Guang...
If Brian knew Zack Guang had already been seriously injured by Evan Lin, who knows how he’d feel.