"Guest, is there anything you need help with?"
The waiter, although noticing that the guest who suddenly barged in seemed strange, still approached kindly. After all, his small shop had been in the City of Sin for a long time and never encountered any trouble.
There had been plenty of troublesome troublemakers, but they were quickly dealt with by the staff in question mark attire, as everyone knew that Mr. Question Mark privately kept an eye on this pizza place.
Just as the waiter was about to approach the strange guest... Snap!
His wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Turning his head, it was that guest with the sackcloth head, still chewing on pizza.
"Evacuate everyone, including the manager, from the store."
"You are!"
At this moment, the question mark on the sackcloth head had already appeared, no longer hiding his identity.
