Outside, an anxious voice of a waiter still carried through.
"Sir, there really are no seats left, everyone inside is dining, please wait outside, it should be just a little longer. Our restaurant has a queuing system, and we even offer gifts."
"The longer you wait, the more gifts you get, could you please be a little patient?"
The ones pushing their way in were several burly men with serious menace written across their faces.
At a glance, it was clear they were not to be messed with, the type that liked to show off their strength and act tough in society.
One of them curled his lips and jerked his chin toward the interior: "Such a big private room, what's the problem with seating seven or eight people? There are only three sitting now. We can squeeze in, no need to queue."
"Don't you agree?"
The waiter made a pained face: "But this requires the consent of the guests inside."
