C190 The Mysterious Table No 7
As noon approached, Lin Dong found himself eager to see what this woman looked like. Moreover, he harbored a slew of doubts regarding the previous night's assassination attempt. He needed to track down this enigmatic woman and get some answers.
Without further ado, Lin Dong bid farewell to Xia Qinghee and set off in his Rolls Royce Cullinan towards the Zinnia Western Restaurant. He followed the GPS directions, and as he drove, other vehicles made way upon spotting the iconic Spirit of Ecstasy emblem on his car's bonnet. After the Rolls Royce passed, drivers in nearby cars would stick their heads out, their eyes filled with envy and amazement. Owning a Rolls Royce Cullinan, a luxury car with a price tag in the tens of millions, was no small feat – such a vehicle was not easily acquired even at a premium. For most people, experiencing such opulence on wheels was a once-in-a-lifetime, if not an unattainable, dream. Every driver fantasized about the day they might get behind the wheel of such an extravagant ride, though for many, it would remain just that—a fantasy.
Unaware of the longing stares from fellow drivers, Lin Dong continued on his journey until he reached the Zinnia Western Restaurant. The establishment was modest and situated off the beaten path, lacking a dedicated parking lot. Lin Dong found a spot on the street to park the Rolls Royce. After stepping out, he made his way inside; it was now half-past eleven.
Upon reaching the entrance, a waiter promptly approached him. "Sir, how many are in your party?" he inquired.
"I'm meeting someone at table seven," Lin Dong replied.
The waiter at the door paused, looking puzzled. "Sir, our restaurant doesn't have a table seven."
Lin Dong's brow furrowed at the response. The location was precisely what the mysterious woman had specified the night before. Could it be that she was toying with him?
As his thoughts settled, Lin Dong noticed a middle-aged man with a smile on his face approaching. The waitress spotted him and quickly hailed, "Boss!" It turned out he was the owner of the establishment.
The middle-aged man gestured with a wave, prompting the waitress to step away. He then turned to Lin Dong, still smiling, and inquired, "Sir, are you looking for table seven?"
Lin Dong gave a nod in confirmation.
The restaurant owner gestured forward and beckoned with a hand, saying warmly, "Please follow me. Table seven isn't for just any guest; I'm the only one who can take you there."
Lin Dong was pleasantly surprised by the owner's words. He hadn't anticipated such an exclusive arrangement in this Western restaurant.
With the conversation concluded, the owner led the way, and Lin Dong trailed behind, his mind serene. He harbored no fear of the owner harming him; with the strength and martial skills granted by the system, he was impervious to common assaults. He was confident that even a direct gunshot, with his readiness to defend, would not inflict any damage.
Following the owner, Lin Dong reached a staircase tucked away in a corner. The majority of patrons were seated in the main hall, making this secluded spot an unlikely destination for most.
