Mu Yang still seemed somewhat perplexed.
Until Young Master Lui approached with a group, and in an instant, dozens of people surrounded the area.
"Friend, let's get acquainted," Young Master Lui said with a cheerful smile.
"Not interested," Xu Zimei replied indifferently.
"Bang," someone stepped forward and slapped a palm on the table.
The dishes on the table were instantly flung off.
"Young Master Lui wants to befriend you as a courtesy. Don't be ungrateful.
Just ask around this ancient city; few dare reject Young Master Lui's courtesy."
The person who overturned the table was also a young man.
He seemed to be one of Young Master Lui's lackeys.
He looked arrogantly at Xu Zimei, seemingly ready to resort to violence at the slightest disagreement.
Xu Zimei shook his head.
"Just trying to enjoy a meal, why force me to show blood?"
He glanced at the lackey.
At this moment, everyone suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure from the void.
