CHAPTER 869: CHAPTER 869: TAKE THEM ALL DOWN IN ONE GO

Raina North declined the patrol’s offer to escort her to the lounge and went to the banquet hall alone.

Although she had arranged everything beforehand, this was Lune’s first time in charge, and she couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

At this moment, the banquet hall was already packed, with influential figures gathered in one place.

Such an occasion naturally included Claire Lowell. She wore a fiery red dress, holding a crystal glass, and wandered through the hall with a few young ladies from martial arts families, looking every bit the elegant, noble princess.

Raina only glanced at her before looking away. She had no personal ties with Claire; whatever choices Claire made or actions she took had nothing to do with her.

Moreover, due to Elias Hawthorne, there was tension between her and Claire. Even if she meant well, Claire probably wouldn’t appreciate it and might even retaliate.

At this time, a voice came from the crowd.

"This is delicious and expensive. Quick, quick, quick, Lune, grab it. And this... Wow, they even have such pricey stuff. This Martial Arts Conference is wealthier than I imagined. Ah, we’re at such a loss. Knowing this, we shouldn’t have agreed to Orion taking the Passage Order. Wouldn’t it be better to bring the guys and rob the place? Then we could just swipe stuff and not worry for the next year."

Pip Finch, stomping his feet and wringing his hands, caught Lune’s attention, who couldn’t help but say, "Keep your voice down."

"Oh, do you mean they all heard? So what? We don’t have time to rob now, and it wouldn’t matter even if they guarded against it. Besides, I’ve heard of long-term thieves, not long-term guards. It’d exhaust them. Besides, letting them guard is good, as they will tire themselves out, and we can swoop in and steal everything."

Watching Pip Finch itching for action, Lune couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth, "Why don’t we wait a few days?"

"That could work. After all, with so much good food, it would be a waste not to eat it. Come on, Lune, hurry and eat; otherwise, it’s such a loss. On second thought, with us, we could eat everything and still be at a loss."

After finishing an Australian lobster, Pip Finch suddenly remembered something and immediately called the waiter in charge of the banquet hall, "Go. Get me two—no, five or six—or ten bags."

The waiter was stunned, "Honored guest, may I ask what you need the bags for?"

"Relax, I don’t plan to cover anyone with the bags right now."

"... Just not planning now?"

Hearing this made them even more nervous.

Seeing the waiter unmoved, Pip Finch urged, "Move quickly. Otherwise, I’ll get them myself."

"No. Please, guest, wait here." The waiter, frightened, hurried off to get bags.

"Hold on," Pip Finch stopped the waiter.

The waiter originally thought Pip Finch had changed his mind, only to hear him say, "These, these, especially that Australian lobster in the thousands; I want to pack them up."

Pack... pack them up?

At that moment, not only did the waiter question his hearing, but others in the banquet hall also thought they had auditory hallucinations. How else could they hear such bizarre words at the Martial Arts Conference?

Feeling the eyes upon him, Lune’s face flushed slightly.

He took a deep breath, "You can eat here, you don’t need to take it away. And besides, you can’t eat that much."

"How could we not finish it?" Pip Finch looked at him with a ’what nonsense are you saying’ expression, "We have thousands of brothers in The Celestial Alliance. How could a mere few thousand lobsters not be enough? It’s obviously not enough."

Then Pip Finch said to the waiter, "Did you hear? Serve the lobsters according to the number of brothers in The Celestial Alliance. At the very least, I want to take one for each. Also, roast suckling pig, roast duck, hairy crab, abalone, shark fin soup... serve them the same way. Oh, if ten bags aren’t enough, bring more."