Not One of Them Had Any Backbone
"Are you really willing to leave?" a grim-faced Player said coldly. "There's a whole table of good stuff right in front of you."
"Wei Zhongyu, if you've got something to say, spit it out. Quit acting all snide!" Qian Zi slapped the table. "Cao Zheng beat you up twice, and you're still holding a grudge? Are you even a man?"
Wei Zhongyu whipped his head toward her. A thumb-sized metal ball slid into his hand from his sleeve. "Let's see how long you can keep running your mouth!"
Seeing the two of them about to fight, several people nearby hurried over to break it up. In the back-and-forth, someone's fist landed on someone else's face, and in the blink of an eye, it looked like a brawl was about to break out.
"Clink." Mr. Kang set his wineglass down on the table.
The crowd fell silent like a flock of ducks whose tongues had been cut out, and quietly backed away from one another.
"Waaah...!" Just then, the baby in Lin Qiao's arms began to cry. Its sharp, unmistakable wail was like a spark landing in the tense atmosphere. The short-haired female player behind Gong Jiaji immediately tried to snatch the baby from Lin Qiao, but Uncle Guan blocked her.
He stepped away from the table and waited until Lin Qiao and the others were all within the range of his Defense Artifact before saying, his voice cold as frost, "Two fists may not be a match for four, but I can still get a few people out of here!"
The Players who had been itching for a fight stopped and turned to look at Mr. Kang. But before he could respond, Miss Ma, who had been standing behind the others, suddenly let