"Haha! Go!"
With Spice Ginger's loud roar, his followers rushed into the restaurant, which was less than three hundred square meters.
"Move!"
As for the waiter, he was grabbed by Spice Ginger and thrown aside, panic evident on his face, no longer showing any previous smugness.
His trembling legs betrayed his current fear, along with his dread of Hao Jian—these people were called by that guy!
It's over, it's over! I'm going to lose my job now!
With a bitter heart, the waiter couldn't believe that Hao Jian, whom he thought was a poor wretch, could call so many people?! But there were no rumors of his presence in the local area!
"Go stand in the corner for a while, someone might run out soon..."
After Spice Ginger and his men charged inside, Hao Jian chuckled softly, pulling Zhao Yating aside, keeping some distance from the restaurant entrance.
"Ah! Help!"
"There's trouble!"
"Run away!"
"..."