"I don't believe I know you," Half-Blood Jin said coldly.
"But I know you." The rugged man with a trace of violence between his brows spoke, then beckoned to his right. A trembling maid hurried over.
The rugged man casually took a stemmed wineglass from the tray.
Magenta liquid swayed within the crystal-clear glass, and then...
He loosened his two fingers, and the wineglass fell straight to the floor, shattering with a crack as juice splashed everywhere.
The red liquid soaked the hem of the rugged man's burlap trousers.
Jin's black dress pants were splashed as well.
Jin's face turned ashen as he asked coldly, "What do you mean by this?"
"It doesn't mean anything. I just came over to say hello to Mr. Jin. Since you gave Bukado Gu so little face and knocked over my wineglass... I have no need to be polite either."
The corners of Bukado Gu's eyes narrowed with hostility as he suddenly swung the back of his hand.
In that instant, everyone in the restaurant seemed to hear the sound of air violently bursting.
Thud.
Jin's reaction was fast—astonishingly fast, in fact.
But when he raised both arms to block Bukado's backhanded strike, an irresistible force coursed through his bones and muscles, spreading throughout his body.
Then he was sent flying by that backhanded slap as lightly as a feather!
Spittoon Face, who was eagerly preparing to eat his third plate of Liquid Eggplant Flowers, abruptly drew back his antennae-eyes.
A figure crashed down onto the dining table before him.
When he looked closely, it was Jin, his face grotesquely swollen, with two bloody teeth falling straight from his mouth into Qiu Huai Te's plate.
This made Mr. Qiu Huai Te feel nauseated.
"Mr. Jin, what happened?"
His two antennae swiftly turned toward the