For a second, Mei Deng was dazed, but he promptly took the servant's hand, and helped himself off the ground. When their hands touched, Mei Deng couldn't help but notice how thick his palms were.
'They're quite firm for a servants, but then again, everyone in this camp is freaking insane.' he inwardly remarked, referring to their impressive physique, stamina and reaction to attacks.
He faced the servant, and on closer inspection, he couldn't help but feel intrigued, "Hey, have we met…" before Mei Deng could finish speaking, the servant lowered himself and gathered the plates.
"Oh, he's shy?"
But a part of Mei Deng didn't feel this man was shy, at least not with that physique.
"Well, since I can't beat either of them, I can take my anger out on these two here. Or are you planning to interfere with that too?" Captain Huájī asked, bringing Mei Deng's focus back to him.
