The restaurant fell deathly silent. Many patrons couldn't help but stare, eyes wide and mouths agape, the corners of their lips twitching as they watched. They were all waiting to see how this reckless young man would be flattened into a meat patty by a single slap from the leader of the Sea Tide Gang.
Even Chen Haichao himself was stunned, frozen in place for a long moment, unable to process what had just happened. Though he had the refined appearance of a middle-aged man, he was, in fact, an old man who had lived for centuries. Being so crudely insulted by a mere wet-behind-the-ears youth, his first reaction wasn't anger, but... utter bewilderment.
He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to do.
However, a thin-faced old man beside Chen Haichao suddenly erupted with a sharp aura. His eyes fixed on Qin Li as he snarled, "You little bastard, you're courting death!"
