Upon hearing Duanmu Huai's words, Helmet Man stared at him with a puzzled look.
"You're not trying to trick me into giving you my shrimp to eat, are you?"
"If I wanted to, I would just take it."
Duanmu Huai focused his gaze on the pot of shrimp before him.
"I used my secret recipe in there. You think you can do better?"
"Absolutely."
Duanmu Huai nodded in agreement.
"I guarantee it'll be delicious. Want to give it a shot?"
"Hmm........."
Hearing this, Helmet Man contemplated for a moment.
"Fine, I'd like to see how you do it, but let me get this straight; if you ruin my shrimp, we'll have a problem! I may be a small-time thug, but I'm not easily dismissed!"
"Leave it to me! Can you handle spicy food?"
"Of course."
"Then there's no problem."