Hearing this, the waiter lost two and a half of his three souls from fright.
The crew-cut man, however, paused for a moment, then a smirk formed at the corner of his mouth.
"Brother, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. How do you know there is poison in this wine? The boss and I have no grudges, why would he want to harm me?"
Upon hearing this, the waiter also found the courage to accuse Ye Fei, "Exactly, how can you talk nonsense like that! Would I poison my own guests?"
The crew-cut man, firstly unable to resist the allure of the fine wine and secondly having not sensed the smell of poison in the wine, didn't believe a word Ye Fei said.
With a pushback, he tried to shove Ye Fei's hand away.
But was Ye Fei someone who could be easily pushed away?
His wrist deftly twisted, locking the crew-cut man's hand, which was as strong as a vice.
Then, he flicked the jar lightly with his fingers.
Crash!
