At this moment, the male manager was already shivering with fear, while the young waiter standing next to him had no idea about the specifics of the situation, and didn't know that the guest standing before him was the legendary "Brother Yang."
Seeing how terrified the male manager had become, he instantly felt a sense of crisis.
He was responsible for this matter as well, mainly responsible, since he hadn't stopped the fatty from taking a seat earlier.
However, Zhao Yang just lightly patted the male manager's shoulder, saying, "It's okay, don't trouble yourselves, that spot is pretty good; we'll sit for a bit and then leave."
Despite Zhao Yang having put it that way, the male manager grew even more frightened, and just then, the chubby man seated in the private room bellowed, "Hurry up with the booze, where's the waitstaff, did they all drop dead or something!"
