He just wanted to quietly enjoy the few hours before the sun set.
In the restaurant, a sudden wave of panic-stricken calls arose as the patrons, who had been enjoying a delightful afternoon tea, rushed towards the exit.
However, when they reached the door, they found that they couldn't open it no matter what they tried.
The manager looked at Jia Mu in fear, his neck tightly grasped by Jia Mu, unable to utter a single word.
"Did you understand what I just said?"
Jia Mu stared into his eyes.
The manager nodded desperately.
Jia Mu released his hand.
"I...I'll go...prepare it for you right away."
The manager bowed tremblingly and then ran off quickly.
Just then, a sigh sounded beside Jia Mu.
The sigh came from the man at the table next to him.
"So it's a lama from the Tantra Sect."
The man, holding a glass of red wine, looked at Jia Mu and shook his head with a sigh:
"You're in big trouble today."
"What trouble will there be?"
