However, the last room was a private booth, partitioned into eight separate spaces. To dine here, the minimum standard started at fifty origin coins. It wasn't that he couldn't afford it; it was just unnecessary.
Having lost to this mysterious God-like person in Precision machining, Su Mo didn't believe that the Origin Territory had the Power to be more extravagant and wealthy than his current basin when it came to food.
"Four guests. Sir, right this way!"
