"If we encounter a second robbery, this little money wouldn't be enough..." His throat felt dry, and his steps hesitated.
"Hey... Maurice." At this moment, a voice called out from the restaurant. Maurice looked towards the sound and saw a young couple sitting at a table inside.
The man was Zhou Qingfeng, the Asian 'Trader' Maurice had seen in the parking lot, "Come in, those two at the door are my bodyguards."
Hearing the word 'bodyguards', Maurice's tense nerves relaxed a bit. He took a deep breath and walked into the restaurant.
The two 'Door Gods' only glanced at him briefly, then continued focusing on their food.
Maurice walked to Zhou Qingfeng's table and carefully sat down. A set of fast food was set on the table. His stomach growled in protest; he was indeed hungry.
"I figured you hadn't had dinner, so I ordered it especially for you." Zhou Qingfeng twirled a fry and smiled, "Let's eat and talk."