"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The two groups facing off, along with that squad of soldiers—
Even every onlooker present—turned in unison to look at Wang Sheng and Teng Zifeng.
Teng Zifeng still had not recovered from being launched up and dropped back down.
Then he saw everyone's gazes focus on them.
He was a child from a little mountain village. How could he ever have seen a scene like this?
"Ah!"
In an instant, he hid behind Wang Sheng.
Wang Sheng remained expressionless, his eyes calm, and asked flatly, "Is this a restaurant?"
From within the surrounding crowd, a fat man walked out with a smile on his face. "It is a restaurant, but... if you want to eat, you'll have to wait until they finish fighting first. Otherwise you can't get in!"
Wang Sheng nodded. "As long as it's a restaurant. Bring me a table of good dishes, and a pot of good wine."
The fat man said, "...Uh, honored guest, didn't I just say? You have to wait until they fight... fight... finish fighting!"
When he said the word "fight," Wang Sheng had already started walking forward, not caring in the slightest about the three groups blocking the restaurant entrance.
It made the fat man's tongue tie itself in knots.
The three groups all frowned, because Wang Sheng's attitude was clearly that he did not take them seriously at all.
It was practically an insult.
If this were any ordinary time, they would probably have already made a move to teach this arrogant fellow a lesson.
However, none of the three sides were ordinary people. Seeing Wang Sheng's extraordinary clothing, and even more so his bearing that made him impossible to underestimate, none of them acted directly.
The captain leading the soldiers stepped out and blocked Wang Sheng's path.