Robert Walker took a bite, not knowing exactly what dressing was used in the salad. The cheese was slightly sweet and soft, the fruit had a hint of sweet and sour, and the rest preserved the original flavors of the vegetables and fruit—the taste was truly exceptional.

The appetizer was caviar crepes and a few slices of ham. The soup was a plate of borscht. As for the cold dish, Old Walker couldn’t even tell what it was. The main course was Spanish seafood paella, and they even prepared a piece of steak about the size of a baby’s palm for him.

While eating, Robert Walker felt uneasy. The meal was both delicious and visually appealing, but he figured the price wouldn’t be cheap! Still, since this restaurant was only two stars, surely it couldn’t charge five-star prices, right?

After the meal, there was a small cup of black coffee. Charles sipped it and asked, “So, Wang, how’s my buddy’s cooking?”

Robert Walker grinned and said, “It’s fantastic, absolutely perfect! I bet with your friend’s skills, he’d be more than qualified to be head chef at a five-star restaurant!”

He deliberately said this in English so the fat chef could hear his praise.

The fat chef laughed heartily and said, “Wang, you’re different from most Chinese people. You’re humorous and like to joke around. I like you.”

Old Walker was puzzled—how was he joking?

Charles clearly knew him better than the fat chef. After Kobe left, he grinned mischievously and said, “Did you see the two stars at the entrance and think this two-star restaurant can’t compare to a five-star hotel?”

“Isn’t that the case?” Robert Walker asked.

Charles beckoned him closer and whispered, “That’s Michelin two stars. I don’t know how many of those there are worldwide, but as for the even higher Michelin three stars, I think there are fewer than 110 in the whole world!”

Hearing this, Old Walker found the coffee in his mouth especially bitter.

“Good thing you didn’t bring Eva for dinner, or you’d have to leave your kidney here today.” Charles’s smile grew more and more smug.

Robert Walker refused to lose face and said firmly, “I’ll definitely bring Eva here to eat in the future. I don’t believe Eva is the kind of shallow woman who’d order especially expensive food.”

Charles shrugged and said expectantly, “I’ll be waiting for the day you bring Eva here for dinner.”

When it came time to pay, Robert Walker was nervous, like checking his exam results after the college entrance exam.

It turned out it wasn’t that expensive—two people spent a total of 200 NZD.

Robert Walker breathed a sigh of relief. The waiter beside him told him that they couldn’t print a receipt for this meal because they only charged for the cost of the ingredients—in other words, the raw materials for this meal alone were worth 200 NZD!

“If it were charged normally, how much would this meal cost?” Robert Walker quietly asked the waiter.

“Around a thousand,” the waiter replied with a smile.

Robert Walker left silently. Why bother being a town mayor? He should have gone to New Oriental to learn to be a chef! A profit of 800 NZD per meal—that’s 4,000 RMB. In a year, he could buy a car, a house, win over a rich and beautiful woman, and reach the pinnacle of life!

Luckily, the fat chef was generous and only charged for the ingredients. If he’d charged the full price, Robert Walker really couldn’t have paid today’s bill.

He’d brought 20,000 RMB to New Zealand, which was just over 4,000 NZD. After staying in hotels and all the various purchases and meals over the past few days, he only had 800 left.

Back at the hotel, Charles went to park the car, and he went upstairs alone.

Once inside, in the corridor, he saw five burly men leaning against the wall.

Each of them was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with fierce faces. They wore only black tank tops, exposing exaggerated muscles and colorful tattoos—one look and you could tell they weren’t good news.

One in particular stood out—a bald, bearded giant, probably two meters tall. His little tank top was almost bursting from his muscles. On his left shoulder was a tattoo of a roaring lion’s head, on his right a venomous scorpion, and even his neck was tattooed.

If this kind of guy were in Beijing, just his face would be enough to get him treated as a terrorist.

The five men noticed Robert Walker and exchanged glances. Robert Walker noticed them too and had a bad feeling: these guys were probably local gangsters and might be up to no good!

He became alert, deliberately stalling as he waited for Charles, but Charles was nowhere to be seen—taking forever to park. After stalling for quite a while, he still hadn’t come upstairs.

At that moment, the tattooed thugs closed in with unfriendly expressions. Robert Walker calmly took out his key to open the door, all the while preparing for a fight.

He opened the door and quickly went inside, ready to lock it. If he could avoid a conflict, he would—after all, this wasn’t China.

But the thugs moved fast too, squeezing into the room right behind Robert Walker, each with a sinister look and cold eyes, as if they were about to announce, “We’re the bad guys.”

Robert Walker knew the importance of striking first. He absolutely couldn’t let these gangsters kidnap him. Taking a deep breath, he clenched his right fist like a falling meteor, took a bow stance, powered up from his waist and abdomen, and threw a punch.

If it had been before, Old Walker would never have dared to take on these big guys—one of their arms could have mashed him into dumpling filling.

But now, with the heart of a lord, he was no longer a weakling. Even though he hadn’t fought back at the airport, that incident had made him realize he possessed formidable combat power.

So, at this moment, he was possessed by Chen Zhen, Ip Man, and Wong Fei-hung—utterly fearless!