"Brother Li, this restaurant is nice enough, but why does the name have to include the character 'Zhe'? It doesn't sound very good." At a table behind them, two men were drinking together, having to speak loudly so they could hear each other clearly.
A tier-one protective talisman, originally made by Chu Bai back in the King of Fighters world, was completely useless to him now, though he figured it could at least withstand the attack of a fierce vengeful spirit.
Cheng Shi closed his eyes and listened, a smile finally appearing on his face. Pitifully enough, as the eldest son, not only had he not inherited a single shred of his biological father's good looks, but he hadn't even caught an ounce of artistic flair.
Chapter 82