Appearances can be deceiving!
If Wu Jie had known what the chef before him was capable of, he wouldn't have tried to act tough and put on airs to the death of Yang Weiye.
He now wished he could gouge out his own eyes and turn back time.
But what was done was done; all he could do was pray that he was still of some use to Wu Jie.
Otherwise...
He feared he'd end up lying in a hospital for half a month, or squatting in a detention center for a few days.
Wu Jie took a long drag of his cigarette, casting a cold glance at Yang Weiye's underling.
"Get them the hell out of here!"
"Right away! Right away!"
Yang Weiye turned around and cursed at his underlings:
"What the hell are you making noise for? Get lost, all of you, right now!"
"I'm telling you! Anyone who dares to cause trouble in this restaurant in the future is crossing me!"
"Spread the word among those lowlifes and thugs out there, anyone who comes here to stir up trouble is asking for death!"
