How can this be called Gu Huo!?
Inside the private room, the water in the copper hot pot was already boiling, the scalding steam gushed out, obscuring the face of the actual controller of the Kuangfu Society's sub-branch.
Zhao Douan squinted his eyes and looked at the other person, at that moment, an involuntary feeling of "conviction" arose in his heart.
"Thud thud—"
Suddenly, someone knocked on the room's door, and the voice of a waiter came from outside:
"Sir, would you like more water?"
This abrupt sound broke the atmosphere of the room.
Zhao Douan's eyes cleared from confusion, and he calmly said, "No need."
Outside, separated by a door, the waiter holding a long, pointed iron kettle responded and turned to leave.
"How do you feel about it?"
The middle-aged man was slightly annoyed by the waiter's interruption but still patiently asked.
Zhao Douan quietly scrutinized him, then suddenly smiled sarcastically, uttering only two words:
"Just this?"
