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The table was empty without so much as a morsel of food. Anyone could feel the hostility within the gaze on Luo Yuan and friends, when they entered. Luo Yuan then had the realization that this would probably be a Hongmen banquet1.

“Have a seat, everyone. Dishes will be served soon. There are no outsiders here, Yali’s not here too. There’s something I’d like to clarify first or I’m afraid that this meal will be hard to swallow,” Zhu Hao said, with a lit cigarette. He did not have to disguise his dislike since Zhao Yali was not here.

“So troublesome… to even have a meal. What did you want to say?” Luo Yuan smirked as he moved towards the table. With a stretch of his hand, a hole was dug in the solid wood table as he slowly placed the wood pieces on the table.