With a dull thud, Chu Ge paused slightly, his brows involuntarily furrowing again.
Hit? That short-haired man's kick actually landed squarely on the bend of Chef Song's left leg?
Chef Song staggered, almost kneeling to the ground, and as his body tilted forward, a middle-parting man standing directly to his front left also made a move, bending his elbow and swinging his arm, landing a big hook punch on the right side of his face.
The force of this punch was tremendous; the fist sank directly into the flesh of Chef Song's face, and his head and body were skewed by the force, as another man wearing glasses at the table gave him a vicious kick in the stomach.
Four men, four strikes, Chef Song only managed to dodge the slap from the long-faced man, and that too was avoided in a manner that could only be described as comical and coincidental.
"Do you know anything now?" The long-faced man grabbed the collar of Chef Song's chef uniform, asking sinisterly.
