In the restaurant, apart from Zhang Qing's agonizing screams and the ticking sound of alcohol dripping from the table, Tan Lang, and Zhang Ying's bodies, everything else fell into dead silence.
All eyes turned to Zhang Qing, who was screaming and rolling like a slaughtered pig, but they couldn't help but glance at Lin Tian, who had already calmly taken a seat to the side.
"Ah... Murder, there has been a murder..."
The dead silence in the restaurant lasted for a few seconds before someone screamed, and many people, panicked, began running towards the exit.
The few who weren't afraid stayed in the restaurant, but when they looked at Lin Tian, they all felt some fear, distancing themselves from him subconsciously.
The young man in front of them had kept a calm expression on his face from the moment he took action, as if what he had just done was trivial.
"We're finished, we're done..."
