"What's going on?"
Seeing Zhang Runhao's anger, Qin Tian and Murong Fei both approached and asked with furrowed brows.
"Look at this, Master, it's freaking extortion! We only had eleven dishes, and although they were expensive, it shouldn't have cost over 150,000, right? I'm utterly fed up with this—it's like daylight robbery over my head!"
Zhang Runhao, his face red with fury, handed the bill to Qin Tian. He stood with his hands on his hips, experiencing this type of rip-off for the first time in his life, which made him somewhat excited.
The men from their unit were all full of vim and vigor, ready to spring into action and not the types to suffer indignity lightly.
Moreover, this was happening in Beijing, and in a place Zhang Runhao knew all too well. He had invited his master and mistress to a meal, and to think they'd be swindled!
