As soon as those words rang out, the hall fell deathly silent. Everyone quietly returned to their seats, lowered their heads, and stared at the empty bowls before them. No one dared speak again.
"I asked, who used an axe to chop zombies?" Cheng Zehao's face darkened. "Are you all deaf?!"
Everyone lowered their heads even further, barely daring to look Cheng Zehao in the eye.
"You little bastards!" Cheng Zehao cursed furiously. "How dare you ignore me?!"
Bang!
Cheng Zehao kicked a table in rage, sending all the bowls and chopsticks on it crashing to the floor.
Crash—
The ceramic bowls Cheng Xianguo had painstakingly collected shattered all over the ground, leaving the floor as chaotic as a disaster site.
"Waaah—" A five-year-old boy was suddenly frightened into tears, desperately burrowing into his mother's arms.
"Don't cry, don't cry! Sweetheart, don't cry, please stop crying!" The young mother hurriedly held him and tried to soothe him. She nervously glanced at Cheng Zehao, her face filled with terror.
But the young mother's embrace and pleading did nothing. The little boy cried fiercely, loudly, and noisily. In the silent cafeteria, his cries were like demonic screeches, irritating Cheng Zehao beyond endurance.
"You fucking little brat!" he roared, striding forward and yanking the boy out of his mother's arms!
Smack!
A savage slap landed on the little boy's face!
Everyone in the cafeteria immediately panicked and retreated into the corners. Cheng Zehao had always been arrogant, but he was rarely this domineering and violent. Usually, he only acted like this when his older brother Cheng Xianguo was absent. But now, Cheng Xianguo was in the base!
Cheng Zehao viciously shook out his arm. So this was how satisfying it felt to slap someone!
The little boy's soft, adorable cheek immediately swelled red,