Jiang Huaixiao strode to the table, bent down, seized Jiang Xun by the wrist, and hauled him out of his chair.
The force sent the bowls and chopsticks on the table clattering. Duan Qizhao's half-finished glass of beer tipped right over, spilling foam across the table.
Jiang Xun still had half a shrimp between his teeth. The pull pitched him forward, and he nearly crashed headfirst into Jiang Huaixiao's chest.
His first reaction was to twist free-when someone grabbed your wrist, you rotated it toward the gap between their thumb and forefinger. It was muscle memory from fighting at the orphanage, and it worked every time.
He twisted.
It didn't budge.
Jiang Huaixiao looked lean, but the muscles beneath his suit were rock-hard, clearly the physique of someone who had maintained an intense training regimen for years.
"You-" Before Jiang Xun could get the curse out, Jiang Huaixiao turned sideways to evade an elbow strike from his other arm and pulled him closer in the same motion.
Jiang Xun lost his balance completely and stumbled forward. He instinctively reached for the edge of the table, but before his fingers could reach the corner, Jiang Huaixiao caught him around the waist and pulled him back.
The position made him look exactly like a disobedient kitten being picked up.
Jiang Xun was thoroughly furious.
He took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Help!! Kidnapping!! Someone's kidnapping a minor right on the street!!"
That shout carried exceptionally well.
The driver squatting outside the restaurant smoking was so startled that his cigarette butt bounced down his collar, making him yelp as it burned him.
The plump owner poked half his head out of the kitchen, spatula raised. When he saw that the culprit was the gentleman in the black