Chapter 387: [(387)] Breaking News Chapter 387: [(387)] Breaking News The three of them ate the meat with relish, chatting and eating intermittently, as the time 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 customers 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 someone 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 moment, 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 seemed that diners at the next two tables were about to break into a fight. About five or six men from the neighboring tables all stood up, some rolling up their sleeves, ready for a fight.
“What’s happening? Don’t fight!” Two servers rushed over, trying to mediate 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 times have I said it, and yet it’s still .”
“I’ve moved the chair, moved it several times. 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 me? You dare to curse my mother!”
“What if I curse your mother? Cursing your mother for birthing something like you–”
All robust and burly men, 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 customer 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. Some 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 come in was blocked by the fighting, leaving some hesitant customers 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 emergency services.
The restaurant staff was on the phone, simultaneously trying to evacuate the other diners.
Helpless, the few drunken men 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 screamed in horror, “What do we do? He’s bleeding–”
The fighting continued; the people around were overcome with fear, their terrified gazes and voices unseen and unheard, no matter whether there were women and elderly present. Two men grappled in the middle while several others supported their companions by throwing chairs, which, missing the mark, ended up on another table.