Upon noticing Huang Xiaolong approaching the Bentley, the old martial arts Grandmaster bodyguard instantly exuded a dangerous aura, fixating his eyes on Huang Xiaolong as sharply as an eagle. "Young man, don't make a move."
"Heh~" Huang Xiaolong smiled lightly.
The Grandmaster bodyguard, seemingly sizing up Huang Xiaolong as a frail and naive young man without any martial skills, thus posing no potential trouble, relaxed slightly. He gave Huang Xiaolong a look of disdain and said, "Young man, you think you can buy some pastries? All 200 of today's pastries have already been sold out."
The bodyguard thought to himself, 'Who does this kid think he is? Even I, with all my efforts and every trick in the book, couldn't manage to purchase even one pastry. And this kid thinks he can easily buy pastries from that stubborn old man?'
The crowd outside, who initially lined up and now scattered about, stopped in their tracks upon hearing Huang Xiaolong's words and burst out laughing—
