Zhao Ritian's scheme definitely hinged on him; without him, Zhao Ritian's trap would hardly succeed.
From this, it could also be inferred that Zhao Ritian probably hadn't enlisted the help of the Brotherhood; if members of the Brotherhood were present, Zhao Ritian wouldn't need to go through the trouble of inviting him to sit down for a meal.
"There's nothing wrong with the private room, so the problem must be with the food," Lin Yifan realized suddenly, understanding what trick Zhao Ritian was about to play.
Thus, he responded, "Then I respectfully comply, granting you this face."
"Thank you, Brother Lin. Just let loose and eat and drink to your heart's content later, I'll cover all the expenses," Zhao Ritian generously said.
"That's what you said, don't regret it later," Lin Yifan's lips curved slightly, a chilly smile appearing on his face.
Having never indulged in exotic delicacies all his life, he planned to take a good chunk out of Zhao Ritian, the wealthy man, later.
