This really couldn't be blamed on the security guard. Suming was wearing just big shorts and sandals, with a monkey standing on his shoulder, he was short of having a begging bowl in his hand—no one would believe he wasn't a street performer.
And what a coincidence it was—out of a shadowy corner opposite, a beggar in tattered clothes emerged, with a monkey squatting on his shoulder as well.
But that monkey was almost bald all over, dirty, small, and skinny, nowhere near as impressive as Xiao Kong.
The street performer eyed Suming from across the street, their gaze meeting subtly, a look of mutual understanding in his eyes, while Xiao Kong waved enthusiastically at the monkey opposite from afar.
Given that scene, it would have been strange if the security had let Suming in.
Suming scratched his head and snapped his fingers, suddenly Xiao Kong leaped from his shoulder, stepped on the security guard's head midair, hopped over him, and dashed straight into the restaurant.