One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

The table was covered with thinly sliced ​​lamb rolls.

And those dishes of freshly prepared sesame sauce, topped with chive blossoms and fermented bean curd, exuded an enticing aroma.

"Come on, come on! Let's put the meat in! Don't just stand there!"

Zhang Tianyi rolled up his sleeves, picked up a plate of mutton, and poured it all into the pot with a "whoosh".

"When you eat hot pot, you have to eat it in big bites! Cooking it slice by slice is for cats!"

Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao were never polite; their chopsticks moved so fast they were like afterimages, snatching away meat as soon as it changed color.

Although Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were a little reserved, they quickly joined the meat-grabbing frenzy in this atmosphere.

"Master, this Ma Xianhong claims to be a new thief, but what kind of person is he?"

While spitting out hot food, Zhang Chulan asked indistinctly.

"New interception?"

Zhang Tianyi picked up a large mouthful of meat, dipped it in sesame sauce, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it with a satisfied expression.

"The Jie Sect, have you read the Investiture of the Gods? The Tongtian Sect Master's philosophy is 'education for all.'"

"This kid is probably trying to make a big splash and gather all those scoundrels and shady dealings together."

"That sounds impressive, but I wonder if they have any real weapons."

Just as everyone was enjoying their meal and chatting happily...

There was a gentle knock on the door of the private room.

"Tap, tap, tap."

"Who is it? Waiter, would you like more soup? Come in!"

Zhang Tianyi shouted without turning his head.

The door was pushed open a crack.

A round head cautiously peeked in.

A fawning smile, more like a grimace, clung to his chubby face, and his glasses were fogged up.

"That... Uncle Zhang?"

"Eating?"

The entire room fell silent instantly.

The meat in Zhang Chulan's mouth fell back into the bowl.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Isn't that... Zhao Fangxu, the chairman of NaDuTong?!

"Oh?"

Zhang Tianyi put down his chopsticks, turned around, looked at the fat man at the door who seemed hesitant to enter, and chuckled:

"Isn't this Xiao Zhao?"

"What? You came here because you smelled it?"

"Your nose is even more sensitive than my big yellow dog's!"

Zhao Fangxu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, squeezed through the door, and closed it tightly behind him.

Looking at the room full of people, especially Zhang Tianyi who was staring at him with a half-smile, he felt his calves cramping.

How could he not come?

He had just received news that this guy had come into contact with people from "New Interception" at the amusement park!

Who is Zhang Tianyi?

That was the god of death from over seventy years ago!

Back in the War of Resistance against Japan, this guy used a thunderbolt like a machine gun, cutting down the Japanese soldiers like they were tofu!

He was even laughing loudly while chopping, like he was on drugs and addicted.

Although that murderous aura was now concealed, Zhao Fangxu, as someone in the know, felt a fear etched into his very bones!

If this guy gets involved with Ma Xianhong and his gang of lunatics, or gets provoked...

Zhao Fangxu dared not imagine the consequences!

"Uncle Zhang, you're joking. I just... heard you were going to have dinner, so I came to check on you, afraid I wouldn't be able to entertain you properly."

Zhao Fangxu rubbed his hands together, standing humbly by the table, looking just like a waiter waiting for a reward.

"Alright, stop pretending."

Zhang Tianyi pointed to the empty seat next to him:

"sit."

"Since you're here, you're a guest. Please bring another pair of chopsticks!"

"No, no, no! No need! I've already eaten!"

Zhao Fangxu waved his hands repeatedly. How could he dare to eat at the same table as this man? He would get indigestion.

"I'm just here to... report on my work, and also to ask Uncle Zhang about something."

"consult?"

Zhang Tianyi raised an eyebrow, and the smile on his face suddenly became somewhat playful.

He reached under the table and pulled out a plastic bucket that had been prepared beforehand and was now emitting a strange, pungent smell...

That's a Beijing specialty—authentic, time-honored douzhi (fermented mung bean juice).

"Xiao Zhao, let's talk business first."

Zhang Tianyi placed the bucket of soy milk in front of Zhao Fangxu with a "thud," then took a large empty bowl and poured a large bowl full of it.

The grayish-green liquid sloshed around in the bowl, emitting a unique smell reminiscent of fermented swill.

"Come on, since you're in Beijing, you have to try this authentic 'Beijing American'."

Zhang Tianyi smiled and pushed the bowl right under Zhao Fangxu's nose:

"Drink this bowl of soy milk, then we can talk business."

"If you don't finish your drink, then you're disrespecting me, Zhang, and you're not giving me face."

"You know the consequences of not giving me face."

Zhao Fangxu's face turned green instantly when he saw the bowl of soy milk that looked like a biological weapon.

Although he's from the north, he really can't get used to this stuff!

"Uncle Zhang...this..."

Zhao Fangxu looked at Zhang Chulan and the others for help.

Zhang Chulan immediately lowered his head and started eating meat like crazy, pretending not to see anything.

Wang Ye looked up at the ceiling, as if there were flowers there.

Feng Baobao curiously leaned over to smell it, then pinched her nose in disgust: "It stinks, like swill."

"drink!"

Zhang Tianyi slammed his hand on the table, creating a thunderous boom.

"Give me a straight answer! Are you going to drink or not?!"

"Drink! I'll drink!"

Zhao Fangxu trembled with fright, tears welling up in his eyes.

For the peace of the supernatural world!

For the sake of company stability!

Fight!

He picked up the bowl of soy milk, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and gulped it down.

"vomit--!"

That tangy, pungent taste, that shot straight to the top of his head, made Zhao Fangxu's facial features contort in pain.

But he dared not stop, because Zhang Tianyi was resting his chin on his hand, looking at him with a kind expression, as if watching his grandson drink milk.

at last.

"Ha...cough cough cough!"

Zhao Fangxu put down the empty bowl and slumped into the chair as if he had collapsed from exhaustion, with glistening tears in the corners of his eyes and his mouth full of that sour taste.

"Great! Excellent drinking capacity!"

Zhang Tianyi clapped and cheered, then casually picked up a piece of cooked mutton with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth to calm his nerves.

"Alright, now you're one of us."

"Tell me, why did you come all this way in the middle of the night? Are you afraid I'll run off with that Ma Xianhong?"

It took Zhao Fangxu a long time to suppress the nausea.

He adjusted his glasses, his expression turned serious, and he lowered his voice to say:

"Uncle Zhang, now that you've come into contact with the new gang, there are some things I won't hide from you."

“That Ma Xianhong… is the successor of one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, the Divine Machine Refinement!”

"Divine Craftsmanship Refinement?"

Zhuge Qing, who was eating meat, suddenly dropped the meat from his chopsticks into the pot.

Wang Ye's eyes narrowed.

Only Zhang Tianyi remained calmly simmering the tripe in the hot pot, casually remarking:

"Oh, you're into weapon crafting?"