"Hehe, exquisite delicacies are abundant. Your Highness, if you're interested, why not take a seat and chat?" Zhu Youtang, worthy of being the Second Prince of the Great Ming Dynasty, had a profound city mansion. Even though his seat was taken, he didn't show any anger. Instead, he smiled faintly and gestured for someone to sit nearby.
"You've got some style, but I've taken a liking to this spot and want to eat here." The old man shook his head, looked around at everyone, and rudely propped his feet up on the table, taking a vicious bite of lamb leg. He arrogantly continued, "Are you here to pick a fight?"
Zhu Youtang's face darkened. "Huh?"
"Isn't my intention clear enough?" The old man withdrew his leg, leaned back in his chair, and said word by word, "Today, I came for only one thing!"
"To kill all of you, or be killed by you!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces changed drastically, bursting into anger.
"Arrogant!"
"Seeking death!"