After a long, awkward moment of silence, the waitress finally snapped out of her daze and spoke, "S-Sorry, but can you repeat that? I think I misheard you just now."
Yuan calmly repeated, "Bring me your manager."
"I’m sorry, but the manager is not part of the—"
"I’m not here for pleasure. I have business with your manager. I don’t like repeating myself because my hands get itchy, which makes me want to get violent, so hurry up."
"I-I understand... please give me a moment to speak with the manager." The waitress bowed to him before leaving in a hurry.
A few minutes later, the door to Yuan’s private room opened, and several bulky, intimidating-looking men stepped inside.
Yuan calmly swept his gaze over the group and remarked sarcastically, "Are all of you managers here? One would’ve been enough."
Then, one of the men stepped forward and said, "You’re not welcome at our establishment. You can either leave peacefully and in one piece, or leave in a body bag."
"What a drastic difference between those two choices." Yuan shook his head. "Also, I warned the waitress that if I had to repeat myself, I might have to get violent."
The men said nothing and exchanged glances before nodding in unison.
They turned their attention back to Yuan, and they started approaching him with aggressive movements.
Seeing this, Yuan immediately stood up and fought back. Even without using his cultivation, his superior physique alone was more than enough to deal with them.
"Agh!"
"How the hell are his punches so heavy?! It felt like I was struck by a spiked mace!"
With just a single punch from Yuan, the men were sent flying across the room, and in what felt like the blink of an eye, they were all lying on the cold floor, groaning in pain.
However, the men did not give up so easily. After taking a moment to steady themselves, they rose to their feet and reached for the weapons concealed beneath their clothes.
Yuan raised an eyebrow at the sight, though not because they had decided to resort to deadly force.
"Flip knives? Really?" Yuan muttered in surprise.
"You’re dead meat, bastard!"
"I’ll fucking cut you into a hundred pieces!"
The men shouted as they began closing in on Yuan with slow, cautious steps, clearly still wary of him.
However, they abruptly stopped in their tracks when Yuan drew his sword and casually waved it around like a magic wand.
"A-A high-grade weapon!"
When the men realized what Yuan was holding, they swiftly backed away until they were outside the room, then closed it.
"Q-Quick! Somebody go get the manager!"
"I’ll go!"
"No, I’ll go!"
Half of them began fighting for the role. Eventually, someone who wasn’t part of the argument decided to go himself, leaving the others speechless.


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