Greg Jensen, though still in the Qi Refinement Realm, had senses several times keener than an ordinary person.
A smiling expression, in Greg's eyes, could be infinitely magnified.
That's why, even though Alfredo Harrison hid it well, Greg still detected a hint of something.
Watching as Alfredo had walked far away, Greg still hadn't figured out the reason, so he simply stopped dwelling on it.
Meet the soldiers with tactics, deal with the water with earth—that's all!
People like Alfredo, Greg truly didn't take seriously.
"Come, try this—it's our club's signature dish."
Knowing that Greg was coming today, Adrian Wright had ordered the dishes prepared in advance. The three entered the private room, and the servers brought up the exquisitely prepared dishes.
The various delicate dishes were a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate, stimulating one's appetite.
Greg tasted a bite and couldn't help but be impressed, smiling, "It's indeed good."
"Haha, then eat more." Adrian laughed.
