"What the hell—?"
No smoking in public places?
This kid had suddenly come over just to say that?
At such a tense moment, this turn of events struck them as utterly absurd.
It was like a gang of street thugs preparing to hack their enemies to pieces, only to turn around and see a child carrying a basin of hot water up to a traffic cop, saying, "officer, you've worked hard. Let me wash your feet," while a passing young man delivered a flying kick that sent an elderly person's mobility scooter speeding into a department store, then bared his teeth and shouted at the child from afar, "The public morality competition officially begins today—"
That was roughly how absurdly comical it felt.
Then they watched the youth in the black trench coat reach out, pluck the cigarette from the leader's mouth, toss it to the floor, and crush it beneath his foot.
Just like yanking up a radish.
That sudden act of pulling a tooth from a tiger's jaws made the man's eyes go blank. For a moment, he failed to react.
Being conscientious was all well and good, but—were the waiters at this KTV really this unafraid of death?
"Inside is a birthday surprise someone prepared for the girl."
Then they heard the youth say, "At such a rare moment, it can't just be disturbed by some random riffraff. You agree, don't you?"
Now they all understood.
He wasn't a waiter.
The visitor had come with ill intent!
"You're here to pick a fight, aren't you?" Cold glints flashed across their faces.
The man with his hand on the handrail withdrew it as well, turning toward the trench coat youth as he cracked his knuckles.
Even if they needed to conceal their identities, they were not the type