The waiter looked at the man with difficulty before speaking up, "Sir, I'm really sorry, but we don't have any private rooms available anymore."
"No private rooms? Damn!"
The man actually raised his hand and slapped the waiter across the face.
Smack!
The crisp sound echoed.
The man was strong, and his voice was incredibly loud, immediately drawing the attention of many people sitting in the lobby eating.
"Who is this guy? Why is he so domineering?"
"Don't know him, probably just arrived in Central City."
"Even if there are no private rooms, you can't just hit someone."
The crowd began to speak up, expressing disdain for the man's behavior.
However, the waiter, holding his face, was also full of disbelief, not expecting to receive a slap just for saying there were no private rooms left.
"You... why did you hit me..."
He spoke up weakly.
Inside Central City.
