The cutting lines swept from left to right like a garrote, smashing the restaurant's tables, chairs, stools, and surrounding ornaments into pieces with a series of crackles. The two who had come in later immediately used their instruments to defend themselves and tried to hide on the other side of the restaurant. Lou Shang, however, reacted differently. Having witnessed Xu Huo's mastery of spatial evolution, his first instinct was to hide behind him.
Xu Huo did not disappoint him. With a light tap of the finger resting on the armrest, the cutting lines rushing straight at them were blocked by an invisible barrier. The next second, the cutting lines vanished, replaced by the three players outside the restaurant—yes, the lines had been directly deconstructed, pulling the three pursuers from outside into the restaurant, right across from the shattered dining table.
The three were dragged directly into the restaurant by an irresistible force. They looked up in alarm, and their expressions changed at once when they saw Xu Huo sitting there. One of them immediately said, "They stole a prop we found. We didn't know anyone was in the restaurant beforehand, so please forgive the offense!"
"What a coincidence." Lou Shang sneered at them. "We've run into each other twice in such a short time. We must be fated."
They were the same three people they had met in another restaurant earlier: members of a player family, a young man accompanied by two bodyguards.
Lou Shang looked displeased, and the three opposite them silently cursed their bad luck as well. Still, they surrendered quickly enough. They neither wanted nor dared to clash with Xu Huo here. The location was all wrong—outside, they might still have had options, but they could not use Tickets here, so there was no way to escape.