The foreign man's behavior naturally caused dissatisfaction among the guests. Several male guests even rolled up their sleeves and stood up angrily.

But the foreign man just glanced at everyone with disdain, and uttered words of undisguised derogation: "Oh, a bunch of lowly mortals!"

Chen Cheng's brows furrowed even more. Seeing Xiang Long also roll up his sleeves, his viciousness skyrocketed. He had no choice but to walk out of the counter and pat Xiang Long on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down. Then he stepped forward to stop the foreign man and said in regular English, "Sir, if you are here to cause trouble, please leave immediately. You are not welcome here."

Unexpectedly, the foreign man just glanced at Chen Cheng, then pushed Chen Cheng's shoulder aside and walked in front of Shatang, leaving one dirty and conspicuous footprint after another on the clean and tidy floor of the cat cafe. He also patted his shoulder with disgust, obviously not taking Chen Cheng seriously at all: "Number 23, what are you still standing there for! Follow me!"

Sandang's pupils kept shrinking, and it was obvious that she was extremely afraid of the foreign man in front of her: "I... I don't want it... I..."

A fierce look flashed in the foreign man's eyes. He stopped talking to Shatang and impatiently reached out to grab Shatang's arm, wanting to take Shatang away directly.

“Bang!”

Following a clear sound, the foreign man looked at Chen Cheng in surprise, who had appeared in front of Shatang at some point and clamped his wrist with one hand.

At this moment, Chen Cheng's face was so gloomy that it could drip water. His previous elegant and easygoing expression was swept away, and he said coldly:

"roll!"