"Don't you have another waitress?"
Sunny asked, his voice low and even, attempting to diffuse the unnecessary conflict. He was acutely aware of the risk: the four men surrounding the table were all recognized Second Order powerhouses, and the woman, radiated the focused energy of a Third Order cultivator. He wasn't scared of them; he was simply worried that a conflict might escalate and disturb Josephine's essential recovery and rest upstairs.
"Sir Alex," the Inn owner, clearly anxious, began to explain, his gaze darting nervously between Sunny and the intimidating group. "Brite is simply more experienced in making such a delicate order as you requested. She is the only one who will prepare it to your liking, Sir."
Sunny shifted his gaze to the group, focusing on the woman who held the server captive. "Who are those guys?" he asked, subtly gathering intelligence.
