Gao Yixiong stood on the second floor with his hands behind his back, staring expressionlessly at Lin Fan's departing figure.
"This person is not easy to deal with."
"Rather cunning."
Took the silver taels, ate the meal, and even let his men freeload a free one.
Greedy!
He could already tell—this man was exceedingly greedy.
"Heh." Gao Yixiong revealed a smile. Greedy? Good. Greed is a weakness.
...
"Boss, this meal at Drunken Immortal Tower must've cost quite a bit of silver taels, right?" Wang Baoliu asked, his lips still greasy, an obvious testament to how much joy his feast had brought him.
"It's fine. To treat you all to a good meal—what's silver taels but a trifling matter?" Lin Fan waved dismissively, speaking as though he was the one footing the bill.
And to be fair—
The Serpent Gang really was loaded.
Spending like it was nothing.
