He was wearing a gorgeous purple robe that was neither rich nor noble. He had neat short hair and was imposing.
By chance, his fallen right foot happened to rest on the left foot of Suning's upward step, and he forcefully pulled it out halfway.
"My shoes are very expensive."
"It's so expensive that you may not be able to afford it."
Seeing that Suning still hadn't responded, he pushed away the waiter standing in front and said angrily: "Bastard, I've blinded you."
"Wow."
Surrounded by immortal power, the young waiter with no cultivation was immediately knocked away by this sudden force.
He rolled down the stairs uncontrollably, his mouth covered with blood, and finally lay on the ground dying.
Suning subconsciously raised his hands to defend himself, forming a shield of immortal power around his body.
"Buzz buzz buzz."
The two fought against each other and flew back together.
"You stepped on my foot, and you still want to fight with me."
"Oh, you are a very good boy."
The one-eyed young man smiled coldly, and the curve of his mouth became more sinister as he said, "Tell me, how do you want to die?"
Suning stabilized his body and stood back in the restaurant lobby.
With the idea that doing more is worse than doing less, he bowed and clasped his fists, apologetically saying: "I'm sorry, I was distracted and didn't see you coming downstairs."
"So, how much are your boots worth? I'll compensate you double."
With a sincere attitude, Suning lowered his hand and touched the Qiankun bag and said, "Please tell me a price."
The one-eyed young man looked happy that his conspiracy had succeeded, and said in a joking tone: "Really? Are you sure you can afford the compensation?"
Suning said in a deep voice: "As long as the price is not overpriced and the compensation is reasonable, it is not excessive."
The one-eyed young man nodded and said, "Okay, two million middle-grade immortal crystals, bring them."
The words stirred up a thousand waves, causing the originally noisy restaurant hall to fall silent for an instant.
The chattering drinkers stopped what they were doing one by one and showed weird, knowing smiles.
Well, there was wine and food, but what was missing was a "pleasant" drama.
Nowadays, someone takes the initiative to bring it to your door. With the stage set right in front of you, who doesn’t want to drink and watch a good show in a leisurely manner?
Then, someone with a red face shouted: "Who will give labor and management two more jars of good wine?"
"One plate of blood fox meat and three dishes of side dishes."
"Hey, two jars are not enough? I want three jars, the best and strongest one."
"Come on, come on, guys, be sensible and move your seats for these two little brothers."
"Go, move back, it won't be a problem if you squeeze in."
"Hahaha, that makes sense, why don't we all sit together at the same table?"
"I'll treat you to this meal. Just order whatever you want."
The hall was crowded with people carrying tables and moving chairs.
Fan the flames and do it in full swing.
The boss of the restaurant was lying on the counter with an expressionless face, turning abacus, turning a blind eye and not hearing what was happening in the hall.
Breathe steadily and remain calm.
A dozen waiters were shivering in fear and gathered together with pale faces.
Neither moving nor moving, I really didn’t know what to do for a moment.
