By noon the next day, Lu Hong finally trudged back from the Scars Mercenary Group's quarters.
"Oh? Brother Tu, you're back!" Just as he pushed open the inn's door, he saw Lock Fan enjoying a steaming bowl of noodles, though the color of the noodles was a somewhat strange shade of yellow.
"Yeah, been tired all day." Lu Hong seemed to be in low spirits as he plonked himself down next to Lock Fan and curiously asked, "You still dare to eat the food from this place?"
"Why wouldn't I dare? Xiaoxiao didn't poison it." Lock Fan was gulping down the noodles in his bowl, his expression one of utter contentment.
"How can this stuff, that looks just like a lump, taste good? You haven't been poisoned foolish by that old ghost Tu, have you?" Lu Hong seriously wondered whether Caesar had conducted some forbidden human experimentation on his classmates after he left the inn yesterday.