The atmosphere in this prestigious restaurant at the edge of Xiehe was extremely heavy. It was so heavy that you could slice it clean with a butter knife. The funny thing is that no one had said a word yet but the tension was stretched taut like a bowstring.
Not willing to be outdone Zhang Ci stood up with his chest puffed up like a gorilla but he was soon forced to sit down at the wave of Rui Yewan's hand. A black shadow pressed him down to his seat as Rui Li drew her sabre and stabbed it into the table.
"Stay," she said pointing at him before she smiled gleefully and continued to say, "gooood boooy!" deliberately dragging the words.
