Before the sound of his voice had settled, a harsh aura emitted from the man standing beside Mu Ruyue. The waiter immediately shuddered and closed his incessantly chattering mouth.
"Three... three guests, would you like a private room or the main hall?" The waiter cautiously glanced at the stern Xiao Feng and said with a trembling voice.
"Private room."
Mu Ruyue spoke indifferently.
"Then, please follow me, three guests."
As he turned around, the waiter stealthily wiped the sweat from his forehead, only then realizing that the shock had drawn a cold sweat down his back.
That man's strength was too terrifying.
It was unexpected that a man with such terrifying strength could easily fall for that beggar's trick.
