"You... you... what are you doing? You dare to splash me, I'll fight you..."
The unexpected scene stunned everyone. It took the sharp-tongued woman a moment to realize her hair and face were covered in vegetable juice. She took off her high heel and, wielding it as a weapon, charged at Chen Feng.
Before she could strike, Chen Feng's chopsticks were already pressed against her throat, his tone ice cold, "We are all people born without manners, as they say, so it's natural for us not to understand what politeness means. However, there's one thing I do know—if you take one more step, my chopsticks will pierce through your beautiful neck and come out from the fifth cervical vertebra behind you. No matter how noble or well-mannered you are, you'll just be an ugly corpse!"
