Chapter 1797 Rivera's Cloud - Part 1

In the gritty underworld, a good-looking guy sauntered into the tavern, an old plank slung over his shoulder. He casually waved and called out, "Hey, give me two Never Ending Pasta Bowls—one with cheese, one without." The other patrons gave him odd looks. A ghost chowing down on two hefty servings of Never Ending Pasta Bowl? That's a big meal and not exactly on the cheap side.