The waiter completely lost his temper, practically roaring through gritted teeth.
The strong men around them all had clubs in their hands. Without another word, they surged forward and surrounded Chu Ge.
The instant they closed in, Chu Ge swiftly yanked Feng Luo behind him. He positioned his body in front of her and lowered his voice to say, "Once the fighting starts, just hide to the side and enjoy the show."
Feng Luo let out a disdainful tsk. "I never said I wanted you to protect me."
The corner of Chu Ge's lips hooked up in a devil-may-care smile. "Yeah, well, those clubs of theirs don't have eyes. I'd hate for you to get hit by accident."
Feng Luo pouted, then actually moved off to the side and hid.
Seeing that she was out of the way, Chu Ge's lips curved slightly. He swept a cold gaze around, then said to the waiter, "If anything here gets smashed, who's paying for it?"
