"What would you two like to eat?"
The man's hand looked greasy; he wiped it on his body and asked.
Dirk Carter saw this but didn't mind.
He said, "Just some local dishes and two bowls of rice."
"Alright, please come in, you two bosses."
Invited by the big man.
Dirk Carter and Arlo Yarbrough walked into the restaurant.
The restaurant was small, with only four or five tables.
The two of them had just sat down.
A curtain on the side was lifted.
A man and a woman walked out from inside.
The man was dressed sloppily and casually, with messy hair and a slight sweat on his forehead.
The woman looked to be around forty, quite voluptuous, buttoning her shirt as she walked out.
Judging by the way they looked, they had just finished "activities" inside.
The man paid at the counter.
With a sleazy smile,
he directly reached through the woman's waistband, lingering between her legs for a while.
