Fatty noticed that the air around her was getting tense again, along with that familiar expression on her face.
He had a bad feeling.
He immediately said, "What are you gonna do!"
Ivy River sneered, striking quickly and accurately.
Fatty was thrown over her shoulder effortlessly and tossed aside.
Ivy River clapped her hands and said to the stunned waitstaff and manager, "Start calling the numbers."
The manager snapped back to reality, cautiously glanced at the fatty lying on the ground, and began calling numbers.
The guests successfully entered about a dozen tables.
The woman next to Fatty trembled and said, "You're going to jail for this, intentional harm!"
"Really?"
Ivy River spread her hands innocently, completely unconcerned, "Then let's see which one of us stays in longer."
"Everyone here can vouch for me; he poked my nose first and even tried to provoke me just now. This is all self-defense!"
Her last sentence had a sarcastic tone.
