Suddenly, a loud, violent commotion erupted near the center of the restaurant. Tables scraped against the floor as a fight broke out between two wealthy-looking young men. Henry stopped to watch, but Beast simply sighed and began walking directly toward the epicenter of the chaos.
"Kids, kids," Beast boomed, stepping right between the two men who currently had each other by the collars. Both of them snapped their heads around to glare up at the massive mercenary.
"Who the hell is this old man?" one of them snapped.
"I thought he was with you!" the other shouted.
"Listen, boys, this is a respectable establishment. It's really not the place to fi—"
"Piss off, old man!" one of the guys roared, cutting him off completely.
Beast stopped speaking. The helpful, friendly look vanished from his face, replaced by a terrifying, dead silence.
"You don't know who you're messing with," the louder boy bragged, puffing out his chest. "My father is a high-ranking politician!"
Beast slowly raised a single eyebrow. "Oh? And what exactly is his name?"
"Ryan!" the boy boasted.
Beast's lips curled into a slow, chilling smile. "Oh... so you are his son. Now that I look closely, you really do inherit his obnoxious face."
Enraged, the politician's son, Leo, grabbed a heavy porcelain plate from a nearby table and slammed it directly into Beast's face. The plate shattered into a dozen pieces. Beast didn't even flinch, the ceramic simply exploding against his skin without leaving a scratch.
Ah. Things are about to get ugly, Henry thought, watching the disaster unfold from a safe distance near the counter.
"Excuse me, sir. Your order is ready," the waitress from earlier whispered, handing Henry a large takeaway bag.
Henry looked down at her and gave a polite nod. "Thank you."
Out on the floor, Beast slowly clenched his massive right fist, the air around him beginning to distort from his mounting rage. But before he could unleash hell, Henry's calm voice echoed across the room.
"Beast. The food is here."
Beast froze. He let out a slow, controlled breath, his fist relaxing. He looked down at the arrogant politician's son.
"Kiddo," Beast rumbled, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly low frequency. "You should really watch your actions. Because one of these days, you are going to die by someone's hands."
Terrified but stubborn, the other rich kid picked up another plate and hurled it violently at Beast's head. Beast effortlessly tilted his head, letting the plate sail past him. It flew straight across the room, striking a completely random, massive customer in the back of the head. The muscular man roared in fury, stood up, and immediately tackled the kid who threw it.
Within seconds, the entire seven-star restaurant devolved into a massive, chaotic battle arena as multiple tables joined the fray.
Henry casually pulled up a stool by the counter, opened the container of fried chicken, and began eating peacefully, completely ignoring the bodies flying through the air behind him. He turned to the waitress, who was hiding behind the counter next to him. Ten men had grabbed Beast, but couldn't stop him.
"So, how long have you been working here?" Henry asked politely.
"T-three months," she stammered, watching a chair smash into a pillar.
"Are you a student?"
"Yes, a university student."
Henry nodded understandingly, taking another bite of chicken as his eyes drifted over to Beast. Look at him. He's actually having a blast, Henry thought.
Beast had completely abandoned his anger. He had grabbed a fully grown man by his ankles and was currently using him like a human baseball bat, swinging him around to clear out a crowd of attackers.
Suddenly, a heavy wooden chair came flying at high speed, tracing a direct path toward Henry and the waitress. Without even pausing his conversation or looking back, Henry smoothly snapped his leg upward, a perfectly executed kick shattering the wooden chair into splinters mid-air.
He took a sip of his apple juice and looked down at the trembling university student.
"Call the police," Henry advised calmly.
The waitress nodded frantically, reaching for the phone.
Meanwhile,
Ethan was studying in his house. His mind in books.
Daisy was studying in her room.
Even Madison was in full focus studying mode. Allen also in his room was studying. Everyone was worried about their upcoming exam.