The number tag on the ground quickly went unnoticed. Xu Huo bent down to pick it up, put it in his pocket, and followed the waiter to a table.
Because the restaurant was crowded, latecomers had to share tables. However, not everyone was so accommodating. At the table found by the waiter sat two fierce-looking, stern-eyed big men. Just as the chair was pulled out, the one on the left put a beautifully decorated gun on the back of the chair and motioned with his chin for them to move to another table.
The waiter smiled and said, "The Bauhinia Restaurant allows table sharing."
The man with the gun opened his mouth to say something, but the man next to him stopped him. "Since it's the restaurant's rule, we shouldn't break it. If the later guests voluntarily request to change tables, that should be okay, right?"
"Of course, that's fine," the waiter replied.
Then the man looked at Xu Huo and Dai Song, making his meaning clear.
