Chapter 387: 【387】Breaking News Chapter 387: 【387】Breaking News The three of them ate the at with relish, chatting and eating intermittently, as the ti slipped by unnoticed.
In the blink of an eye, it was just past ten o’clock. The three people looked back and looked up at the clock on the wall of the restaurant; it was late. Despite the late hour, the hotpot restaurant had custors eating into the wee hours. People were coming and going, with the tables remaining fully occupied.
“We should get ready to head to the KTV,” He Xiangyu picked up the bill, ready to call soone over to pay. They had already paid for the private room, so they ought to go.
The server went to tally up the bill.
At this mont, the hotpot restaurant suddenly erupted with noise.
Unsure of what had happened, Xie Wanying and her two companions turned around to look.
Upon looking, what a sight—it seed that diners at the next two tables were about to break into a fight. About five or six n from the neighboring tables all stood up, so rolling up their sleeves, ready for a fight.
“What’s happening? Don’t fight!” Two servers rushed over, trying to diate in gentle tones, “Let’s talk this out nicely.”
“Talk what out? I told him not to move the chair over to our side, and they speak so loudly that we can’t even have a conversation here. How many tis have I said it, and yet it’s still like this.”
“I’ve moved the chair, moved it several tis. You’re never satisfied; I’ve moved this chair under the table so there’s hardly any room to sit, what more do you want? Are you just looking for trouble?”
“Looking for your mother’s trouble!”
“Who are you cursing? Cursing ? You dare to curse my mother!”
“What if I curse your mother? Cursing your mother for birthing sothing like you—”
All robust and burly n, with the scent of alcohol on their breath as they spoke coarse and rude words, their faces were as red as Guan Gong. One of the servers was a woman who, seeing a custor raise a chair, beat a hasty retreat. The other, a skinny male server, couldn’t hold them off and dodged to the side.
The surrounding diners began to panic. So of them picked up their bags, contemplating whether to escape outside first. He Xiangyu quickly grabbed the settled bill and swiftly pulled her two companions, “Go, go, go—hurry, hurry, hurry—”
The three of them just ran out when they saw the way they had co in was blocked by the fighting, leaving so hesitant custors trapped and unable to leave their seats.
The fighting parties didn’t care about anyone else, fueled by alcohol, eyes and necks red, as if they couldn’t wait to slash at each other.
“You dare to smash?!” While one side held up a chair, the other side simply picked up a beer bottle and smashed it on the table. With a crashing sound, they held the sharp glass shards in their palm, resembling a knife.
This was getting ready for a knife to draw blood.
“Don’t do this, we have elderly here,” called a middle-aged woman who was next to two elderly patrons dining.
“Call the police, call the police!” A relatively refined young man and woman at another table hurriedly reached for their phones to dial ergency services.
The restaurant staff was on the phone, simultaneously trying to evacuate the other diners.
Helpless, the few drunken n paid no heed, violently clashing and starting to brawl with each other.
The scene swiftly descended into utmost chaos. The male server who had not managed to extricate himself suddenly got hit by a flying beer bottle, cracking open a bloody wound on his head with a loud thud. The female server standing next to him scread in horror, “What do we do? He’s bleeding—”
The fighting continued; the people around were overco with fear, their terrified gazes and voices unseen and unheard, no matter whether there were won and elderly present. Two n grappled in the middle while several others supported their companions by throwing chairs, which, missing the mark, ended up on another table.
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