"This restaurant is already surrounded by us!"

"Zhu Bajie" yelled fiercely at the crowd lying on the ground, and the "sand monk" next to him waved the AK47 gun in his hand proudly.

"Everybody listen to me! If you don't want to die, just squat down in that corner for me! ”

"Zhu Bajie" straightened his stomach and yelled arrogantly.

"Hurry up, hurry up, if you don't want to die, move me! Squat over to Lao Tzu! ”

"Sha Seng" raised the gun in his hand and smashed it on the shoulder of a middle-aged man next to him.

Seeing this, the crowd that had been scattered throughout the hall immediately got up and ran towards the corner where the masked man was pointing.

"What about you, do you want to die for Lao Tzu?"

While everyone obediently ran towards the corner, a young man in a white shirt sat in his place without moving.

In front of him was an orange table with a Crown Burger Deluxe set neatly laid out, and the straw of Coke was pinched in his slender fingers.

The fingers are well-defined, slender and fair, the nails are trimmed very round, and the nails are faintly pink, like cherry blossom petals in full bloom, so good-looking.

"Tsk~ It's so hard to drink!"

The young man took a sip of Coke on the straw, and immediately frowned as warm as a distant mountain.

"Sure enough, it's not the taste of memory........

Although Coke is still Coke, he is no longer the seventeen-year-old he was at the beginning.

In the messy restaurant, he sat there quietly, his expression calm, his posture elegant, and his temperament noble and warm.

It is as if the aristocrat who came out of a medieval oil painting is enjoying his dinner in an old and luxurious castle, rather than being in the scene of a hellish robbery.

The picture is too beautiful, "Zhu Bajie" and "Sha Seng" stood by and looked at him fixedly, and they didn't react for a while.

But soon, "Zhu Bajie" woke up from his confusion, raised his feet and walked in front of the man in white, and slapped his fierce palm on the table in front of him.

"Hey, what about you, let you raise your hands and crouch in the corner over there, do you hear?"

The man in white turned a deaf ear, stretched out his slender white fingers to pick up the huge hamburger, and took a bite gently.

The soft and mellow taste spread in his mouth, and the man narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, and chewed a few times slowly.

"Hmm......... I always feel like something is missing! ”

His voice is clear with a hint of elegance, and it is like a beautiful piece of music to the human ear, which makes people feel extremely comfortable.

"Fuck, didn't you hear Lao Tzu!"

Seeing this, "Zhu Bajie", who was completely ignored, suddenly became angry, raised his hand and slapped the hamburger in the man's hand away, with a hint of rage in his voice.

Obviously the man didn't do anything, but he sat there, giving people a feeling of unattainable, and he was a joker with a gun and a mask.

He hates it!

The hamburger in his hand was slapped away, rolled to the ground with a grunt, and then was trampled flat by the "sand monk" next to him.

The cold gaze of the man in white fell on the hamburger that was trampled on, and the warm expression on his face suddenly turned cold.

"You've broken my stuff!"

The man lifted the golden silk nanmu glasses on his face, and his eyes were sharp like a dagger and shot at the "sand monk" next to him, and his voice was cold without a little temperature.