The middle-aged man who was peering gleefully from behind the wall, just about to see Zhao Mingjie strip down and get to work, suddenly saw Liu Hun flash to the peephole like he was having a seizure. Before the words "Not good" could even escape his lips, an iron-like fist smashed through the wall, landing squarely on his face.
Liu Hun pried open the wall and pulled over the middle-aged man, whose eyes and nose were now askew from the punch.
It was only then that the waitress realized her ruse had been exposed. Just as she let out a shriek, Zhao Mingjie scolded her at the top of her lungs, "Shut up! Get over there!"
Zhao Mingjie's fury was truly frightening—it was no ordinary anger!
Liu Hun threw the middle-aged man to the ground, and without bothering to ask any of the hundred and twenty possible questions, he went straight in with two of them. The middle-aged man couldn't take it. He clung to Liu Hun's legs like a traitorous lackey, begging and willing to say anything.
