The killing intent around them kept surging.
Damn it, this guy was even leisurely drinking milk tea.
"Hey, that guy, didn't you say you were gonna gouge out your eyeballs?" Zhang Fan leaned back in his chair, speaking to the youth who had made a bet with him earlier.
"Get lost!"
The man bellowed, stood up, and turned to leave.
"Hey, you haven't paid yet," the waitress chased after him.
Zhang Fan was quite pleased, basking in the envious looks around him, feeling secretly thrilled.
Ye Yanran and Weng Shuang also noticed the atmosphere around them, especially Weng Shuang, whose eyes suddenly filled with anger.
This guy was definitely doing it on purpose.
"If you don't leave now, we're going to leave," Weng Shuang stood up and said.
"Right away, right away," Zhang Fan said and hurriedly gestured.
"Waitress, check please."
"That'll be fifty-four!" A male waiter came over, his face full of killing aura.
Zhang Fan searched his pockets, then looked embarrassed.
