"I still have to deal with this small scene. You should comfort the staff in the store first and let them rest in the kitchen!" Zhang Daqi shouted boldly, rushing to Wang Zhanbei.
Zhang Daqi gathered his courage and raised his hand, slapping Wang Zhanbei's face, roaring, "You bastard, why are you courting death?"
Wang Zhanbei fell to the ground, neither angry nor laughing, a look of fearless defiance, as if he had already decided to be bold.
The guests who were kicked out did not leave immediately. They sat in groups of three or five in front of Jiji Gate, cheering for Zhang Xueyou's bold move.
"Kid! Very good... still so arrogant!" Wang Zhanbei stood up with difficulty, laughing gloomily.
The bodyguards who came with Wang Zhanbei began shouting at Zhang Daqi in front of him.
Zhang Daqi dismissively ignored these uninformed matters, asking Wang Wangbei, "Are these people new to you or do they remember eating?"
