Chapter 609 Maoshan Master

"No need, really, no need. This meal is on me—I'll cover your friend's meal as well," the waiter hurriedly waved his hand and said.

"Take it. He doesn't blame you anymore. And those two over there, they're not our friends," Master directed as he placed the money on the table without caring how much there was exactly. Three bowls of noodles, it must be around five or six yuan.

"I really can't accept it," the waiter said without reaching for the money on the table, shaking his head.

"How much do you earn in a month, anyway? Just take it. Ming Yue, let's go," Master said as he stood up and gestured to me before heading out of the restaurant. Seeing Master leave, I quickly stood up and followed him.

The waiter, seeing us about to leave, couldn't help but become anxious and grabbed the money from the table to catch up with us.

"Keep the money. Otherwise, think about what just happened," Master said in a threatening tone as the waiter tried to give the money back.