“Settle my bar tab?!”
White-Tiger Warlord Hu Ba stared down from his nine-foot height at the handsome young human lord standing calmly in front of him, and then burst into a roar of laughter so loud that the crystal chandeliers overhead chimed.
“Hahaha! You must be Pei Xuan, the human lord of Dry-Well City!” Hu Ba sneered, resting his three-hundred-pound Golden-Core Tiger-Head Battle-Axe on his armored shoulder. “You want this Warlord to pay a bill?! Did your eyes go blind, boy? When I walked through your front door six hours ago, your own sign said ‘New Customer Promo: First Dish One Copper Coin’! And I already tossed a copper coin onto your clerk’s desk! We are even!”
Around the central foyer, fifty thousand full-bellied Tiger-Kin and Rhino-Riders stopped stacking dishes and craned their necks to watch. Even though their Loyalty to Dry-Well Empire had already passed 70/100, they had grown up under Hu Ba’s terrifying reputation as an unbeatable Rank 6 Golden Core overlord. Seeing him face off against Lord Pei Xuan made everyone hold their breath.
Pei Xuan didn’t even raise his voice. Taking a slow sip from a porcelain teacup that Hong Ling had just handed him, Pei Xuan gestured lightly with his chin toward Abacus Su.
