After a group of people entered the restaurant, the waiter's gaze fell upon Zhou Yingting, but Zhou Yingting met the waiter's eyes without any fear.
"Mr. Zhou, you may go in and dine."
The waiter stared at Zhou Yingting and coldly said.
Zhou Yingting heard this and remained seated, "I have already eaten, I won't be dining."
Listening to this, the waiter glanced at Zhou Yingting's stomach for a moment before turning away coldly.
Zhou Yingting watched as the waiter turned and left, still sitting in the chair without any sign of moving.
While Zhou Yingting waited, he saw that the expressions of the people exiting the restaurant were not very good.
There were also noticeably fewer people coming out.
"What happened?"
Seeing fewer people coming out, Zhou Yingting immediately had a bad feeling.
He promptly walked quickly towards Zhang Yi and asked.
Zhang Yi's expression also appeared somewhat grave at this moment, "Those few people didn't make it through; they died."
