Lunch Distruption

A startling silence fell over the restaurant. The only person who was not hunched over as though trying to hide was Xing Zhenya, but even she had become abnormally stiff.

“What’s the deal? Why’s it so quiet now? Weren’t y’all having a good time before we showed up? Could it be you don’t like us?” asked the man in the lead.

He wasn’t very old, about twenty or so, but his appearance was far different from anything Wu Jian had ever seen.

His hair was dyed bright pink. It was a garish color that stood out. The sides were shaved off, so only the top and the back, which had been tied into a small ponytail, remained. His vest and pants were ripped in several places, but it looked like they had been styled that way on purpose. A chain wrapped around his right arm stood out starkly on his white skin. It rattled as he walked.

“How could we be afraid, Young Master Zemin,” said the restaurant owner.

“Eh? You sayin’ you're not afraid of me? You sayin’ I look weak?!”