The man in martial attire holding the sword was completely stupefied, feeling insulted. Would he really go to steal a pig's trotter?
Immediately, his somewhat decent-looking face turned gloomy, Sword Qi coursing over his sharp blade. "You're all in cahoots, aren't you? Stop playing dumb here. I'll say it one last time, hand over the thing, and I'll leave you a whole corpse."
Only then did Yun Mengyao realize she had been fooled by Qin Yi again. She rolled her eyes at him in annoyance and then looked at the man in martial attire. "Did you mistake us for someone else? We just got here, and the dishes we ordered haven't even arrived yet."
The man in martial attire sneered coldly, "That's right."
"Uh? Right?" Yun Mengyao was bewildered.
The man in martial attire seemed convinced that Yun Mengyao was the person they were looking for, threateningly saying, "Hand over the thing, or I'll kill you and take it myself."
