Silence.
Everyone was staring blankly at Zhang Feng, filled with disbelief.
"Did he... did he actually make a move?"
"What the hell? Chef Zhang actually hit Brother Hang?"
"Brother Hang? Brother Hang? Are you okay?"
Everyone was in shock, and they didn't dare to approach Zhang Feng, let alone rescue the unconscious Ah Hang on the ground.
Because just imagine, in front of them stood a burly chef, who was no longer nodding and smiling like he used to,
but was instead holding a kitchen knife with a menacing aura. What kind of power was this?
Swish—
"What's there to be afraid of with just him alone?"
Yet another thug directly picked up a cutting board, ready to challenge Zhang Feng.
But the others looked left at the unconscious Brother Hang and right at the knife in Zhang Feng's hand, and very cautiously started to back away.
"Boss, Chef Zhang, sorry to disturb..."
They wanted to leave.
