After a long, awkward moment of silence, the waitress finally snapped out of her daze and spoke, "S-Sorry, but can you repeat that? I think I misheard you just now."
Yuan calmly repeated, "Bring me your manager."
"I'm sorry, but the manager is not part of the—"
"I'm not here for pleasure. I have business with your manager. I don't like repeating myself because my hands get itchy, which makes me want to get violent, so hurry up."
"I-I understand… please give me a moment to speak with the manager." The waitress bowed to him before leaving in a hurry.
A few minutes later, the door to Yuan's private room opened, and several bulky, intimidating-looking men stepped inside.
Yuan calmly swept his gaze over the group and remarked sarcastically, "Are all of you managers here? One would've been enough."
Then, one of the men stepped forward and said, "You're not welcome at our establishment. You can either leave peacefully and in one piece, or leave in a body bag."
