Following the direction of Xing Rong's finger, Iron Axe laughed sinisterly. Then, he pushed away the waiter who was still in a daze and rushed to the third floor.
The waiter who was pushed away panicked when he saw the Iron Axe heading upstairs.
"Sir!"
"Sir, you can't go up!"
"You haven't ordered yet!"
The waiter was already used to such screams.
After all, some customers' habits were indeed a little strange.
Some espers more or less had strange hobbies.
Some new sisters who had never seen such a scene would naturally scream.
However, this was not a reason for this gentleman to directly charge up.
Xing Rong saw that the waiter in front of him was about to stop her, so he quickly stopped her.
"Wait, we're really just looking for someone!"
"P-Plus, that person is dangerous!"
Looking at Xingrong who was holding her back, a trace of ruthlessness flashed across the waitress's eyes.