Seeing him stand up, Ye Chenfeng's heart tightened, and his fists clenched tightly under the table, his whole body ready to strike at any moment.
The manager, flattered and shocked, nodded repeatedly, completely petrified by fear.
The foreigner, however, turned around and made a shooting gesture at Ye Chenfeng.
Ye Chenfeng felt even more tense, his aura maxed out, and his murderous intent enveloped the surroundings.
If it weren't for Chu Qingxue, Ye Chenfeng would have probably killed the man already.
The foreign man did not linger and left the place with flair.
The restaurant staff were terrified, dumbfounded that someone could drink a bottle of distilled alcohol and be fine.
Was he even human? With that kind of tolerance, he could probably take on dozens of men single-handedly.
Although the foreign man had left, Ye Chenfeng's expression grew darker.
It was as if a time bomb had been planted nearby, ready to explode at any moment, and he had no idea where the bomb was.
