Luo Chao lifted the entire person off the ground with one hand. The immense strength frightened the waiter, "What a fierce man, such enormous power!"
"He just wanted to pick up a few bottles, there's no need to hit him, right?" Luo Chao said with a frown.
"Yes, yes, yes, I won't hit him," the waiter nodded repeatedly, not daring to say more. The man was so formidable that a punch could probably knock him down.
Luo Chao immediately put him down, and the beggar raised his head, quickly glancing at Luo Chao: "Thank you!"
However, as their eyes met, even though the beggar's face was very dirty, his features were still recognizable. Luo Chao's shoulders trembled as he spoke, "Zhao Ziweng!"
"Luo Chao!" the beggar, named Zhao Ziweng, also recognized him at once, exclaiming in surprise. But Zhao Ziweng quickly lowered his head, his body trembling, and turned to leave, not wanting Luo Chao to see him in such a miserable state.
"Ziwen, wait," Luo Chao pursued and quickly grabbed him.
