Those who could afford to dine at the Epang Palace were no ordinary patrons. Simply put, they were worldly figures, who, even upon hearing a dispute, would not crowd around like ordinary people. Nevertheless, they couldn't help but cast curious glances toward the commotion.
A bowl of shaved ice would only cost a bit over a hundred bucks, not quite two hundred. In comparison to the five-figure bills commonly seen at the Epang Palace, it was barely worth mentioning. At least for the patrons currently seated in the restaurant, it was a trifling sum, with no one willing to haggle over such a small amount and lose face in the process.
Moreover,
