「The next day.」
In the early morning, the streets and alleys of Ganshan City were especially bustling.
Breakfast stalls had set their tables so far out they nearly reached the middle of the street.
Tang Wen and Wu Hao blended into the crowd and entered a breakfast shop.
A few minutes later, the square table before them was laden with meat congee, pork chops, noodles, and side dishes—a veritable feast.
No one found it strange.
Many of the customers were Martial Artists.
It was common for them to have massive appetites.
The shop was noisy and crowded. Tang Wen chewed his food, listening in on the conversations around him.
"Shopkeeper Zhang, are you heading to the Slave Factory too?"
"A new batch is out! I have to go."
"Boss Li, congratulations on your recent success! Business at your brothel has been booming. It's enough to make a man jealous."
