"To tell you the truth, people like you are nothing to Master San!"
Chu Qing looked back at him:
"You aid the wicked, you deserve to die without pity."
He reached out for a chopstick, and with a flick of his wrist, there was a sharp sound, and the chopstick had pierced through the shopkeeper's throat.
The waiter, initially expressionless, couldn't help but change his face upon witnessing this scene.
Killing with a chopstick, even the most notorious villains couldn't accomplish that.
When Chu Qing's gaze fell on him, an inexplicable fear arose within him.
"Let's go."
Chu Qing's voice was calm, and the waiter hurriedly nodded, leading the way out front.
Just as they stepped out of the tavern, they saw the butcher, the noodle stall shopkeeper, and an elderly person holding a swaddling cloth, all looking in the direction of Zhao's Tavern.
Seeing them emerge, a strange color suddenly appeared on their numb faces.
