When Thomas and the gang saw the car drive away, they promptly found a small restaurant, sat down, and ordered a few dishes.
They were going to wait for their meals to arrive as they discussed tomorrow’s burning while they ate. However, before they made their order, a waiter walked over and said, “Hello, could you please roll your sleeves up and show me your arms?”
What kind of strange request was that?
Thomas and his group looked at each other, feeling a little puzzled. While it was a rural tribe, such a strange custom should not exist.
They were just there to eat, so why did their arms require checking?
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