True Appearance

Deng Qing cursed inwardly. What the hell kind of people were these? Whatever happened to the brainless, easily bullied villain young masters?

He had already mapped out the script: once Zhuo Lin and his crew started fighting the Blue-Robed Guest, he would take the opportunity to change his face and clothes, then slip away.

He had not expected Zhuo Lin to take precautions and cut off his retreat completely.

Fortunately, this did not affect the main thread of his entire plan.

As long as Zhuo Lin and the others could take down the Blue-Robed Guest, he would be temporarily safe.

A thousand thoughts churned through Deng Qing's mind, yet his face remained completely deadpan. Does Brother Zhuo doubt me? How chilling. Once we knock off Rebel Xie's bamboo hat later, I'll have you apologize to my face.

Zhuo Lin let out a cold snort, noncommittal.

Before long, Zhuo Lin's table made a show of breaking up, leaving only Deng Qing and Zhuo Lin behind to keep pretending at drinking games.

To keep the Blue-Robed Guest steady, Deng Qing had deliberately chosen a spot near the railing.

After waiting another moment, a clamor rose from outside the building.

Deng Qing and Zhuo Lin exchanged glances, both of them rising in unison and dashing downstairs.

Right at that moment, twenty or thirty people squeezed in through the two doors, swarming in a mob to surround the Blue-Robed Guest.

It turned out that everyone had called upon friends and companions, rounding up even more helpers.

The diners in the first-floor lobby, suddenly confronted by such a formation, immediately erupted into chaos.

Some didn't even care about the food and wine on their tables, darting straight for the walls.

The waiter turned pale, wanting to step forward and stop them, yet not daring to.