Xu Changqing saw a burly middle-aged man walk over and was a little taken aback.
"Who are you?"
"Young man, this is the manager of my restaurant," a waiter said smugly.
"Oh, so you're the hotel manager. My Master and I haven't even eaten yet. We've only been sitting here for a while, and you want a High-Grade Spirit Stone? This is robbery."
Xu Changqing said.
The middle-aged man glanced at Xu Changqing, thinking that a mere young boy had no right to speak to him, and then completely ignored Xu Changqing.
Turning to Wang Yufan, he said,
"Esteemed guests, these rules were set by the city lord and have nothing to do with us. So you'd better hand over the Spirit Stone obediently to avoid hurting you all."
With one hand behind his back, Wang Yufan exuded an invisible aura of authority that overwhelmed the restaurant manager, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Who exactly is this young man? Why does he have such a vast aura?"
