In the spacious, tidy, and bright floor, there were only those five ice sculptures, still vivid after a whole night, showing no signs of melting.
This kind of supernatural ability, beyond the realm of technological understanding, didn't need special explanation. Those in the know had long associated it with the infamous Mutant Mercenary Group in the Dark World — the Blood Teeth Team.
...So almost everyone on the second floor of the restaurant left in an instant.
The footsteps of Ice Snake fell step by step on the stairs.
All the waiters and the owner on the first floor cowered in fear to one side.
This S-level Mercenary Group was not something they could afford to offend.
"How much?" Ice Snake asked expressionlessly.
"Nothing, the restaurant is celebrating its anniversary, everything is free for two days!!"
Clearly a strong man close to 1.9 meters tall, yet his eyes showed flattery.
Ice Snake glanced at him lightly, "Thanks."
