"Refund my money!" Broly paid no attention to their little moves. When Dyspo did not react, he raised his voice again and clearly repeated his demand.
"Y-You said what? Do you know who you're talking to right now?" Dyspo was practically laughing from anger. He felt that his dignity had been challenged like never before.
An unknown outsider had injured his team member, smashed up his private room, and was now shamelessly demanding a refund?
And the reason was that the food tasted bad?
"I. Said. Refund. My. Money!" Broly said each word slowly and clearly. The smile on his face gradually faded, revealing an unquestionable persistence.
After saying that, Broly gave no warning at all. He thrust both hands beneath the enormous dining table piled with leftovers and empty plates, locked his fingers around its heavy edge, then suddenly exerted force through his waist and abdomen, flipping it upward!
"Bang—crash!"
With a tremendous boom, the expensive, heavy, sturdy rectangular dining table was sent flying off the ground by Broly. It spun half a turn in the air before smashing heavily onto the floor covered in luxurious carpet!
Plates, bowls, wineglasses, leftovers, and scraps scattered everywhere like celestial maidens scattering flowers!
By an even more unbelievable coincidence, that plate of Mapo tofu, rich with red oil and thick sauce, traced a perfect arc through the air.
With a wet "Splat!", it landed squarely on Dyspo's face as he stood across from the table!
Scalding sauce and soft tofu instantly covered more than half his face, especially his protruding muzzle and long whiskers.
Dyspo: "..."
Dyspo was completely dumbfounded. He stood stiffly in place, the warm, sticky sensation on his face and the spicy fragrance leaving his mind blank for a moment.
Broly's utterly unconventional, almost street-thug-like brutality had genuinely confused