"Sir, everything you want is here."
The waiter called out to the man, but he acted as if he didn't hear him. He had no choice but to tug at the waiter's sleeve. The man grabbed the waiter's wrist reflexively. The murderous look in his eyes scared the waiter so much that his hands trembled, and his things fell to the ground.
"Guest…Officer, you didn't hear me when I shouted."
The man's already terrifying face was so murderous that he was like the living King of Hell. The waiter was so afraid that he stuttered.
"How much?"
The man saw that it was the waiter before he let go and asked him in a hoarse voice.
"One tael of silver."
The waiter didn't dare to ask for more. He raised a finger, afraid that the man would get angry again.
"Alright."
The man took out a piece of silver from his pocket and threw it to the waiter. He bent down to pick up the oil paper bag on the ground and blew on it twice.
"Yes... I'm sorry!"
