Li Ang quickly added as if he had anticipated what was about to be said:
"This isn't a prop, you know."
As soon as his words fell, a loud gunfire resonated throughout the empty restaurant, and a large hole was shot through the table next to the manager.
Although his physical condition now allowed him to flick his fingers with more force than a pistol bullet, it still couldn't compare to the convenience and quickness of this device; just pulling it out and firing a shot, anyone with a brain would be deterred.
"Don't just stand there, hurry up and urge the chef to bring the food! Order one of everything on this menu."
Li Ang spoke and then glanced at the blue-haired little girl next to him with a terrified look in her eyes, and changed his order:
"Make it double."
The restaurant manager's fitted trousers could not hide his trembling legs; he bowed his head, wishing he could bend his waist below 90 degrees.
"Alright... alright, sir... I'll go right now and rush the chef."
