"Well, thank you, Jacob. Do you know that the winning team will represent our military region to participate in the national military competition? Our military region has been the loser for the past three years. It's shameful to be the defending army of Capital City. Thus, I want to reverse the situation." Allen was delighted.
"No problem. I'll look for someone who can train your people to death. I promise you will win the first place," Jacob said charmingly.
"Okay, let's do it." Allen was thrilled. He lifted his glass, and the three of them clinked their glasses in mid-air.
As the three of them were cheering, a loud noise was heard. At the same time, a stream of curses rang.
The three men frowned and looked back.
A group of people were surrounding a waitress, who was at most fifteen or sixteen years old. From the looks of it, she had come here to work during the school holidays. She gripped the tray in her hand tightly and was somewhat at a loss.