"Let's eat, don't let him affect our mood."
That's what she said, but Annie still took two bites and then asked:
Are you really not angry?
I smiled gently: "He's a scoundrel, not worth getting angry over."
"All right!"
No wonder I was angry. I was trying my best to hold it in, otherwise I would have thrown him out the window.
People say that wealth cultivates character; now that I've become an expert, I must also learn to be unfathomable.
Sometimes you have to suppress your temper.
However, my idea was correct, but unfortunately, he kept coming to bother me.
After eating a small steamed bun, Spipon led a few people into the restaurant.
At this point, Jill no longer said he was sincerely entertaining me. When I arrived, he was like a turtle, hiding in its shell and refusing to come out.
"You're the one who injured Spypen?"
When Annie saw the man speaking, she was so startled that she dropped her fork.
I completely ignored him, picked up the bottle, and poured myself a glass.
"I'm talking to you, can you hear me?"
I picked up the wine to drink, and the man slapped me across the face.
"Snap!"
This time it was a window. Many people saw a shadow flash by, and the window shattered.
Then I noticed that the person who had been talking to me was nowhere to be seen.
The remaining men all drew their guns and pointed them at me, and only then did I look at them.
“If you move now, it won’t be as simple as just flying outwards.”
The group exchanged glances, and one of them suddenly gritted his teeth: "He dared to lay a hand on our boss, shoot him!"
"Bang!" The gun went off, but I was fine. The person who fired the gun, however, had a fork stuck in his forehead and fell straight to the ground.
Someone yelled "Ah!" and took the lead in hiding under the table. Then, everyone in the restaurant either hid in a corner or crouched behind their chairs.
The remaining two men with guns turned and ran.
Spipon looked at the corpse on the ground, swallowed hard, and then shouted at me:
"You're finished. They're the most powerful gang around here. Just wait to be chopped up and fed to the dogs!"
I'm cutting duck meat with a knife and rolling it into a dough sheet.
"Spipon, right? You're the one who called them, so they should be held accountable to you too."
"What...what do you want?"
It felt like someone kicked him from behind, and Spipon stumbled and fell in front of me.
I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder, "Crack!" Spipon was forced to his knees, and I heard the sound of a bone breaking in his leg.
"Ugh..."
Before he could finish shouting, I stuffed a duck leg into his mouth.
"Don't rush to shout. If they come again later, I don't know if you'll still be able to breathe."
He'll definitely come. This time, it's a bald man with a cigar in his mouth; even a suit can't hide his fierce aura.
"Did you throw my son out?"
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