"Are you sure your help will not bring him more trouble in the future?" Max spoke with a calm look on his face.
Lear gave him a look before speaking, "Just watch me."
He then proceeded towards the group with giant strides.
"How much is it old man?" Lear asked as he got in front of the desk.
"Sir, it's 60 zen total." the boss replied as he turned around with seat on his face.
"Slam!"
Lear took out a pile of notes from his pocket and slammed it onto the desk.
"Isn't it too cheap? This is quality food. Keep this as your tip." Leo spoke before returning back to the table.
The group of people glared at him, but no one did anything. After all, one could see the arrogance of a noble in Lear's character. Even though they were eating in such a run down place, they still didn't think it was worth the trouble to get involved with them.
"Thank you, Sir!" the boss bowed several times in gratitude.