The manager sighed and said nothing more.
By the time Song Ning and the others finished their tea at a leisurely pace, forty minutes had passed.
It was still only eight in the evening.
After they paid and headed out,
A Qing, who had been about to fetch the car, said in a panic,
"Miss Song! Someone slashed the tires!"
They went over to look. All four tires were flat, with obvious cuts that had clearly been made with a dagger.
Song Ning snorted, glanced around, and called out,
"Young Master Hu? Is slashing tires the best you can do?"
As soon as she spoke, the doors of two nearby cars opened in unison, and seven or eight men got out.
All of them carried clubs as they surrounded the group.
But the man named Hu was nowhere to be seen.
In remarkably good spirits, Song Ning loosened her joints and said only to Yu Zhengyang,
"Stay back, Old Yu! I could use a little exercise to help digest my dinner!"
A Yuan had already stepped in front of her. He said in a low voice,
"You don't need to get involved yet!"
Song Ning raised her chin. "Perfect! Let me see what you can do now!"
A Yuan charged forward.
Not to be outdone, A Qing followed, while A Zhong guarded Song Ning and Yu Zhengyang against any sneak attacks.
It took only about five minutes to leave all eight men sprawled on the ground.
Song Ning had seen everything clearly. In that brief time, A Yuan had taken down five, and A Qing had handled three.
She clapped and gave the two men a thumbs-up.
Then she walked over to one of the cars their attackers had emerged from and told them,
"Go back and tell Young Master