Everyone present was stunned.
Aside from Zhao Xiaodao's eyes gleaming and Zhang Weili's burning gaze, even Li Ying and Huang Xiumin, who knew how formidable Lin Wan was, had not expected this kind of result.
Compared with the fighting prowess Lin Wan had displayed before, what she had just done was far closer to "martial arts."
Little did they know that Lin Wan had already held back greatly. Although Carlisle and the other two had stood by with folded arms just now, they had neither acted nor spoken out of line, so she did not go too far and had no wish to hurt anyone.
And without hurting anyone, sending them flying three to five meters was clearly enough to intimidate them into not acting rashly.
The most excited ones, however, were the other diners who had been watching this side ever since Carlisle's group entered.
When they saw Burns make that insulting gesture, everyone felt the same indignation.
When they saw Burns charge at Lu Zheng, everyone's hearts leaped into their throats. Some had even been ready to dial the police.
When they saw Lu Zheng defeat Burns in one move and Burns instantly slide to his knees, their emotions were like riding a roller coaster.
Then Carlisle and the other two rushed forward in the blink of an eye before instantly retreating, and everyone's eyes filled with shock as they looked at Lin Wan.
"Holy shit!?"
"Martial arts!?"
Lin Wan stood like a blade drawn and a horse planted, positioned not far in front of Lu Zheng. She looked calm and unremarkable, her tall, slender body seeming utterly lacking in intimidation.
Yet this very person had sent three UFC female fighters flying five meters away with three light palm strikes.
Carlisle and the other two stared at Lin