The dominating aura, tangible almost, cracked with each movement; several men who were aggressive just a moment ago now completed a sudden "tiger drop" with their knees smashing violently against the floor—a noise that made one question the integrity of their kneecaps.
Using his aura to subdue the thugs, Feng Xue calmly continued eating, a scene not resembling troublemakers arriving but rather like a gang leader disciplining his errant subordinates.
Faintly, Feng Xue felt several gazes on him; he could clearly sense that some were taking photos or filming with their phones.
To this, he paid no mind at all, continuing to eat calmly while the complexion of the kneeling thugs turned increasingly pale.
"Oh, there it is!"
Carefully controlling his strength to avoid accidentally squeezing out his guts, Feng Xue's hand faltered slightly as he picked up food. At that moment, he felt his "Strong" label had suddenly received some credits.
