"I understand. We just need to be a little more polite."
Dozens of waiters were puzzled when they heard this, and nodded in agreement to show their understanding. Then they looked at each other, walked very quickly, and suddenly rushed forward to surround them.
An expression of awe and flattery appeared on every face.
"Boss, you're back."
"Without your guidance, the Huihun Theater would be like being exposed to the sun without a parasol."
"Boss, are you tired? I'll cut two plates of human loin slices and make hot pot for you."
"Boss, you must be bored after staying in Room 4 for so long. How about you come on stage and warm up your hands for the next show, ripping a living person apart?"
A bunch of waiters strangely surrounded Lin Fan and his group in an instant, attracting the strange attention of the guests present.
"Boss? This living person has become the new owner of the Huihun Theater?"
"That shouldn't be the case... He's filled with a strange aura. He must have contracted something strange!"
"How bizarre it is to be able to form a contract with a mere living being, even if he's generous? He's nothing more than a low-class person... Shit, he's at the Broken Dao level!"
"This kid has contracted a Dao-breaking-level weirdness... That weirdness should be the shadow of the former owner of the Soul Returning Theater!"
"I see. No wonder they behave like this."
The strange visitors were whispering to each other, stunned and shocked.
Looking at the strange people around him, Lin Fan muttered to himself, "It seems that this ghost has a high status in the Soul Returning Theater."
At the same time, the black lines on the chest trembled and fluctuated continuously, and it was obvious that the ghost shadow intended to show its face.
It’s just a pity that it has already been living in Lin Fan’s body and cannot show up without his permission.
Lin Fan naturally refused, not wanting to cause any more trouble, so he led a bunch of fawning waiters straight in the direction of the old lady.
Seeing a monster blocking the way ahead, the waiter monsters turned their heads in dissatisfaction and glanced at it, "Lady, don't just stand there, go get a pot."
“You guys…”
Hearing this, the old lady gritted her teeth in anger.
You call this being "slightly" polite? You guys are so shameless, you don't even have the slightest bit of principle to behave strangely!
Isn't it just a distinguished guest with hundreds of millions of ghost money and a powerful Dao-breaking-level weirdo...
What does it matter?
How dare you let it get the pot...
…
Just take it!
The old lady's face strangely showed a fawning expression. "Dear guests, boss, please wait a moment. I'll go get a pot and cut you a few plates of the best sliced human loin, human snowflakes, and human breast fat..."
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[PS: Hey, hey, I'm going to boil a plate of freshly cut human meat for all you snails out there - just watch the ad and give a gift so you can have a bite. You can claim it at Huangquan Road in Netherworld City a hundred years later.]
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