The waiter, who was just chuckling, suddenly changed his expression, and a pot of hot wine was hurled violently at Zhao Changhe.
At the same time, the customers who had been laughing and chatting pulled out their daggers viciously and stabbed towards Zhao Changhe's waist.
The next moment, everyone's eyes widened.
The hot wine that was thrown at Zhao Changhe's face acted as if it met with an invisible Qi Wall, not only did it not splash on him, but it also rebounded back, splashing entirely onto the waiter's face. The waiter screamed in agony, his face disfigured in an instant; he clutched his face, wailing in pain and soon fell dead from shock.
"So vicious, so vicious," Zhao Changhe chuckled as he waved his hand casually, the surrounding daggers reversed their course, stabbing back into the hearts of the assassins.
