The pig-headed chef pushed the squeaking cart away.
"Why won't you eat?"
"Can you not give it to me instead?"
Two voices rose simultaneously from across the way, one sneering coldly and the other upset over the reduced portion of food.
"Don't rush, I'll solve both of your problems one by one," Lu Li said, eyeing the two ghost creatures seated opposite him, his gaze flickering slightly as it landed on the young man: "First you."
A burst of chill air exploded from his heart, gathering in his arms. Lu Li suddenly reached out his hand, transforming it into a knife-hand strike like lightning, and tapped the young man's neck.
Thump.
A muffled sound, a flash of confusion in the young man's eyes, and his body slumped down, limp.
With warmth in his palm, Lu Li retracted the manual and cradled the young man's head, leisurely placing it on the table to make him appear asleep, then he picked up the young man's portion of food and placed it in front of the girl.
