"I can become the person who kills you!" Xu Wendong again poured himself a cup of water and said lightly, "I'm in a good mood today and don't want to kill anyone."
"If you don't want to die, you'd better get lost before I change my mind!"
Previously, the old man in the black robe would have certainly dismissed Xu Wendong's words, but after a brief exchange, he realized Xu Wendong indeed has the ability to kill him.
Without thinking further, he immediately turned to leave.
"Wait!"
Xu Wendong's voice suddenly rang out.
The old man's pupils trembled violently, sweat instantly dripped down his forehead—a foreboding feeling arose within him.
He knew.
Xu Wendong had changed his mind.
Xu Wendong's voice sounded again: "When you arrived earlier, you scared away the customers dining here. They left without paying for their meals. Shouldn't you be the one to cover the cost?"
