Just thinking about it was thrilling!
At that thought, Qin Feng's lips curled slightly, his eyes brimming with excitement.
"Kid, are you just going to eat noodles here without having a drink?"
At that moment, a short, fat man weighing over three hundred pounds walked over.
There was a scar on his face.
He looked utterly intimidating.
"Get lost!"
Qin Feng naturally had no patience for someone like this and answered coldly.
If the other man kept pushing his luck, there was only one word for him: death!
Now that he had come to Slaughter City, he had to let loose!
If he did not kill a few evildoers, how could he face the hammer in his hand?
"Oh ho, you've got quite the temper. I can tell you're new here. Do you know what this is?"
Rather than getting angry, the man laughed.
He held a goblet-like container filled with red liquid.
The stench of blood was incredibly strong.
Just smelling it made one nauseous.
"I have no interest in that thing at all. Get out of my way!"
Qin Feng's voice was freezing.
As a civilized young man from the twenty-first century, Qin Feng truly had no taste for human blood.
Others might drink it, but Qin Feng would not.
Why did he have to follow the crowd?!
"Ahahaha! You're just a little brat who doesn't even dare drink Bloody Mary. I'd advise you to leave while you still can!"
The man burst into laughter.
What he did not know was that a massive hammer had appeared in Qin Feng's hand!
The entire restaurant was filled with an oppressive atmosphere.
"What, you want to fight?!"
the fat man asked coldly.
If this little brat truly intended to make a move, he would not mind having some more Bloody