Many Wanderers had entered, indulging in food and drink. When someone offered to treat, they certainly wouldn't pass up the opportunity. Jiang Chen entered and removed his mask.
He laughed heartily. "Order whatever you want, this meal is on me."
Several people looked at Jiang Chen; they hadn't expected this Swordsman to be so young, appearing to be only in his teens.
The others promptly raised their glasses as a gesture of respect.
Jiang Chen turned, left, and headed upstairs. In a private room, he searched for the two who had departed earlier.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
Jiang Chen entered the private room and looked at the people who had left.
Son of God, Christie Burton smiled and said, "Please, take a seat."
"You're too kind."
Jiang Chen glanced at Aggie. This man was very strong, far more powerful than the good-for-nothings downstairs. Though not as strong as Siyuan, he was stronger than the likes of Ba Jie and Ame.
"Jiang Chen."
"Aggie."
