Pop!
The movable panel on the door slammed down, and Ghost Hand leisurely crawled inside.
"Long time no see, huh?"
Liu Zheng waved a tentacle as a greeting.
Of course, it didn't make any sound.
Ghost Hand waved back in acknowledgment and crawled toward Niu Ma.
"Hey, didn't you complete the order?"
Niu Ma shouted at Liu Zheng, his face full of bafflement.
"I wouldn't know."
Liu Zheng looked absolutely innocent.
However, when Ghost Hand reached Niu Ma, it didn't hand over the takeout order as expected—instead, it grabbed the bottle of cooking wine.
"Damn, you're trying to snatch my booze? No chance!"
Niu Ma took a bite of the bottle and swallowed it whole, glass and all.
Ghost Hand silently gave him the finger in disdain, then grabbed a piece of dried fish and fed it into the mouth hidden in its palm.
Niu Ma, unable to give the finger back and not wanting to curse, could only glare at him in impotent rage.
