The diner, whose name we didn't know, tore down the stage with just a word, leaving Hua Liangjun and Li Yumeng, who had just spoken so confidently, dumbstruck, looking every bit the fools.
They had never imagined that the knife would indeed come from behind.
Li Yumeng struggled to maintain her composure and said, "This gentleman must have misunderstood us, this is just a magic performance."
"Kid, little... ah, forget it, I'll just call you kid, otherwise it feels awkward," the plump diner swung his skewer of lamb, looked at Li Yumeng's fully feminized face, and said, "If you want to see all that fancy stuff, I could believe you're doing a magic show. But how do you explain that pink short sword of yours that chopped so cleanly it even took out the back of a car?"
