Just as the two were busy with their own affairs, the door to the private room was suddenly kicked open.
"You can all leave now, we're taking this private room," a man in a black suit said coldly, his tone extremely arrogant.
No sooner had he spoken than a chicken bone flew out and struck him right on the forehead, making him feel as if his head had been hit by a train. He staggered back several steps and thudded to the floor, sitting down hard.
No one in the private room paid any attention to the man. Xiao Han continued to eat his meal.
The man realized that he had encountered a master. A chicken bone had sent him retreating; he was definitely not an ordinary person. His eyes darted around, and without another word, he turned and left.
"Trouble's here," Xiao Han muttered.
