A perfectly good meal, completely fucked.
Wu Jie raised his voice in anger, startling Wang Taixiong into gaping shock.
"Mr. Wu, quick, hide!"
Huang Siwei took out his phone, turned on the flashlight feature, and hurried over, tugging at Wu Jie to hide under the table.
Wang Taixiong also snapped to his senses, and together with Huang Siwei, they swiftly dragged Wu Jie away from the table.
Meanwhile, the others quickly joined forces to overturn the dining table, positioning it towards the entrance to form a makeshift barrier.
"Damn it! What's this? Think these table tops are bulletproof? Watched too many fantasy dramas, haven't we?" Wu Jie asked with a cold sneer.
"In case they bring the fight up here, it's better to have something than nothing, right?"
