Chapter Three: Please Remember the Man Who Owes Hotpot

Xiaogao snatched the restaurant’s marker and wrote three enormous characters across his white jacket: GU. ZHAO. YE. “There,” she said, capping the pen. “If we forget once, we write it again. When the jacket is full, we’ll use your face.” Wanxiang folded the paper record and placed it in his inner pocket. Luanma captured the abnormal signal from the screens. Qiao Mai looked up at the security camera and smiled without warmth. “You in the server,” he said. “Listen carefully. Our team is bad, sure, but we have one special strength.” “What?” Xiaogao asked. “We hold grudges.” The faceless figure on the screens paused for half a second, then disappeared. Zhaoye looked at the crooked name across his chest. Suddenly, he was no longer cold.