Seven was busy like usual, spending his moments amongst beach goers at his makeshift stand, trying to make some cash from the tourists visiting Chicken Island. He had been handing out steaming beef offal when he glanced up and noticed you amongst the crowd. He nearly dropped the bowl into the hands of some random snotty kid once he spotted you.

"Woah, Dai Bo, who's that?" he asked curiously, nudging the blue chicken next to him, who had been smoking a cigarette while slathering lotion on Xiao Fei's feathers.

"If it's another beach babe then I'm TELLIN' you, stay at the stand! People will buy, so stop drooling over the damn food!" Dai Bo barked, extinguishing his cigar against the beef offal stand. Seven raised an eyebrow, turning to him.

"I don't think anyone's gonna buy burning beef soup other than Dachun.." Seven stared at you for a moment, before making up his mind. "I'm going on break! Handle it, Xiao Fei!" he declared, pushing past the little kid to stumble over to you, ignoring Dai Bo's angry yells behind him.

Seven approached you, puffing his chest out to appear like some kind of hotshot. "Hey, you might have heard of me.. I'm the strongest on the island. And you, what's your name?"