The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

"Mad Dog Guild," the knife-wielding man thought, and the waiter, who had his back to the people, let out a sneer.

Soon, two steaming bowls of fragrant noodles were served.

The sadness was always trying to be concealed, but looking at the two bowls of noodles in front of me, I felt a sense of satisfaction that was about to overflow.

Just as he picked up his chopsticks, ready to enjoy this luxurious meal, the hotel door was pushed open with a "whoosh".

A group of five or six people walked in.

The leader was a burly man with a hideous scar on his face; he was clearly not a good guy.

They were well-equipped and exuded a fierce aura, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

The waiter immediately went to greet them: "Sir, what would you like to eat?"

"I'd eat a fart!"

Waiter: "...We are a legitimate noodle shop, we don't sell this..."

Scarface: "??!?!"

Scarface: "Fuck you! You're asking for it!"

The burly man with the scar grabbed the waiter by the collar, his fist, the size of a sandbag, already raised, but his brother who came with him pulled his arm back.

The man standing behind the scarred man shook his head slightly: "Boss, this is a safe zone..."

Seeing this, Scarface loosened his fist this time: "Don't fucking let me run into you outside the safe zone!"

waiter:"......"

Scarface asked gruffly, "I have a question for you. Have you seen a player with the ID 'Mo Fang' recently?"

"It's not the real inkstone, it's the one with a dot at the end of the name."

"Clatter".

The sorrow, though seemingly concealed, only intensified, causing the chopsticks in his hand to tremble.

His heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and he stopped abruptly!

Grass!

So what if you cheated me out of a few Source Crystals? Why did you come looking for me so quickly?

Almost instinctively, he lowered his head sharply, burying his face almost entirely in the bowl of noodles, and then, with all his might, made slurping noises as he ate, pretending to be a starving ghost reincarnated.

He knew all along that someone like Jin Buhuan wouldn't let things go, but damn it, he didn't expect it to happen so quickly!

At this moment, he appeared to be enjoying his meal, but inside he was already extremely panicked.

Cold sweat trickled down his sallow forehead, dripping into the scalding hot noodle soup.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was on Scarface at that moment, and no one noticed him.

Scarface was even more upset because he didn't get the answer he wanted.

He tossed the waiter aside, waved his hand, and everyone scattered to inquire about the situation.

The sadness always seems to be hidden, so quickly adjust your mood.

He could clearly hear the group questioning people at each table in the restaurant, their heavy footsteps slowly and steadily approaching his direction.

Getting closer and closer...

Finally, the footsteps stopped behind him.

A shadow fell over him, swallowing him whole along with the two bowls of noodles in front of him.

The domineering aroma of wild ox tendon became incredibly greasy at this moment, making his stomach churn.

A rough voice, as if sanded, rang out above his head.

"Boy, lift your head."

The body, which was trying to conceal its sorrow, froze instantly, and the slurping sounds of eating noodles came to an abrupt halt.

He could feel the scarred, burly man's gaze fixed on his dry, messy hair.

"I have a question for you. Have you ever seen someone named 'Mo Fang'?"

coming!

My heart was gripped so tightly it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat.

The sorrow only made things worse. I forced myself to swallow the mouthful of noodles that had become tasteless. The dough slid down my esophagus, cold and hard.

Then, with an extremely slow, somewhat bewildered expression, he slowly raised his head.

He even deliberately blinked to make himself look somewhat dazed and innocent.

"Ink square?" he repeated, then tilted his head, pretending to think hard, and added, "Point?"

"That's right!" the scarred, burly man waved his hand impatiently. "It's the one with a period after its name!"

His head, which seemed to be trying to conceal his sadness, shook like a rattle-drum, his face showing just the right amount of bewilderment: "Never seen him before, don't know him."

The scarred-faced burly man stared at him for two seconds, seemingly trying to discern something from his sallow face.

Those two seconds felt like an eternity to the sorrow that always seemed to be trying to conceal its beauty.

He could even feel his clothes on his back getting soaked with cold sweat little by little.

Finally, the scarred, burly man clicked his tongue and cursed impatiently, "Damn it, if you don't know me, just say so. You're wasting my time."

After saying that, he turned around and led his men out of the hotel without looking back.

"Clang!"

The restaurant door was slammed shut, and the gang of thugs finally left.

The oppressive atmosphere in the entire restaurant instantly dissipated, followed by suppressed whispers and discussions.

"My god, those were people from the 'Mad Dog' guild, weren't they? The one leading them looked like their henchman, the Swordsman!"

"What are they looking for with that 'Ink Dot'? Judging by this, it's a fight to the death!"

"It's called something like 'Mo Fang' (墨方), probably trying to piggyback on the fame of the 'Mo Fang' (墨方) bigwig and scamming someone."

"Who knows? Look at how murderous they are... this is definitely not going to end well."

Not a single word of the surrounding chatter could penetrate the ears of the sorrowful man who always tried to conceal his true feelings.

He had only one thought in his mind: run!

Immediately! Right now!

He couldn't eat a single bite of those two bowls of noodles.

The aroma now only made him feel nauseous.

He took two source crystals out of his pocket, casually tossed them on the table, then abruptly stood up and walked towards the door without looking back.

He just wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

However, he had only taken two steps when a shrill shout came from behind him.

"Hey! Wait a minute, friend!"

The sorrowful steps, which seemed to be trying to conceal their true nature, suddenly stopped, and the hairs on the back of his head stood on end!

Discovered?

Did someone remember my face before I changed my name?

His sorrow, though seemingly concealed, was only made more apparent. He turned stiffly, feigning composure, and looked at the waiter who had called him: "What's wrong?"

The waiter crossed his arms and looked at him with a forced smile, his eyes filled with hostility and disdain.

"Friend, are you planning to dine and dash?"

The sadness, which seemed to be trying to conceal, suddenly eased in my heart; it turned out to be about money.

He raised his chin and pointed to his seat: "I paid for it."

The waiter didn't even glance at it, only scoffing, "Two bowls of signature noodles, two Origin Crystals? Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?"

The sorrow, though seemingly concealed, unconsciously blurted out: "Two Source Crystals aren't enough? How many do you want?"

The waiter raised his slender finger and pointed to the electronic price list hanging on the wall next to him.

Then, slowly, he said, "Look carefully, our shop's 'Wild Ox Tendon Noodles' costs 100 Yuan Crystals a bowl!"