Soon, the waitress came back with their orders. She neatly and quietly placed the food on the table before leaving.
Fatty, who had already been salivating at the scent of the food, was the first to dig in. Unlike the way he ate at the barrack, he was calmer as he ate the food.
"It's damn good. We should do this sometime again. What do you think?" Fatty said to Ghain.
When Ghain heard Fatty's statement, she shot a cold glance at him.
Fatty laughed, almost choking on his food.
Twenty minutes later, Fatty and Ghain had finished their meal. Their plates weren't completely cleaned, but after noticing the plates of the elite vampires that had left, it pained Fatty the most for not being able to sweep his plate clean. If possible, he would have loved to lick it clean.
The both of them stood up and adjusted their clothes like rich men would confidently do, heading to the door. They had successfully gone out of the door when they heard someone shout.
