A plain plate for ten thousand yuan, Ding Fan could endure it for Qin Manshu's mood, but this meal would cost them over fifty thousand yuan, which was nothing short of an outright provocation.
So, when the owner came over, without saying a word, Ding Fan swung his hand and slapped the man across the face.
Ding Fan disdained stepping on these insignificant roles, but if they came seeking their own deaths unknowingly, he wouldn't mind crushing them outright.
"Fuck! You dare hit me! Kill him for me!" The manager, who had been slapped, had a swelling head that looked like a pig's. All his teeth had been knocked out by Ding Fan, making him look utterly wretched at this time.
Issuing orders, the seven or eight bodyguards behind him charged straight towards Ding Fan.
These bodyguards used to be thugs in the area, not only were they ruthless, but with strong backing from working at the resort, they had already resolved to send Ding Fan to the hospital for a long stay.
"Do it!"
