After paying the bill, Chu Ge didn't bother with the two Korean men across the table anymore. Amidst a variety of gazes, he called out to Song Baijia, picked up the suitcase, and left.
Chu Ge walked away leisurely—not exactly strutting but at least with steady steps. Even when he brushed past the two Korean men, he didn't avert his gaze. Song Baijia followed behind him, glancing nervously at the two Koreans. Even after they had walked quite a distance, he couldn't help but sneak a look back.
As they were leaving the booth area and about to go downstairs, a loud shout came from behind, "Stop!"
Chu Ge halted his steps, turned back to meet the eyes of the man with the short ponytail, slightly raised his chin, and smiled with an air of evil righteousness, "You need something else?"
The man with the short ponytail didn't speak, just kept his gaze fixed on Chu Ge's face.
Chu Ge waited for two seconds, snorted lightly, and continued to move on.
