The mighty force that burst forth from his body did not damage his clothes but instead squeezed out the rainwater, scattering it in all directions.
Water droplets wrapped around the force, turning into something sharper than arrows, deadly projectiles that whooshed through the air, greatly altering the expressions of the people within the tavern.
And the most frightened of all was none other than the waiter of Wanhua Building. While others sensed danger and had a chance to flee, he was right in front of the man, about to be pierced by the drops of water and lose his life on the spot. With no time left to hide, the waiter's chest puffed up like a bubble, and he exhaled a blast of wind that shattered the myriad droplets in front of him, narrowly escaping certain death by a hair's breadth.
"What do you mean by this, sir?"
Having narrowly escaped death, the once-humble waiter now stood erect with cold light shining in his eyes as he questioned Tang Luo.
