Chapter Three: Please Remember the Man Who Owes Hotpot

Beneath the table, Zhaoye’s phone lit with a message from an unknown sender. The profile picture was a blurred face. 【You think they remember you?】 【They remember “Night King.” When I take your glasses, they’ll forget that name too.】 Every screen in the restaurant flickered. The match replay vanished, replaced by Zhaoye’s avatar wardrobe. The faceless gray figure stood in its center, turning the Star-Mist Top Hat in one hand. It placed the hat on its own head. In the real restaurant, the server pointed at Zhaoye’s seat. “That’s strange. Who set this extra place?” Chen sent him a message: 【Sir, you said we knew each other. Who exactly are you?】 Cold crept into Zhaoye’s fingers.