"Oh well, we'll talk about it later!" Chu Nan shrugged his shoulders, finding it hard to be enthusiastic about the boating competition. Patted his stomach and suggested, "In that case, how about you treat us to something to eat first? I'm starved after all the hassle this morning, and I reckon Yen Zhengfei wouldn't dare to compete anymore, unless he doesn't mind losing again."
"That's hard to predict, but let's go have something to eat first! I know a great restaurant nearby, we can talk while we eat!" Wui Qian readily agreed, first instructing his men to make a reservation and then asking the club staff to repair the Tyrant Gold Speedboat and place it in his own slot.