Even though the young man's weapon was merely a table knife, the sharpness that can cut steak can also slice human flesh.
The entire restaurant fell into a pin-drop silence in an instant.
The young female guests turned pale, fearing that their previous mockery would provoke revenge at this moment.
Directly facing the young man, Chu Qianqian frowned, the corners of her lips still curled in a provocative arc.
She was well-traveled abroad, having encountered real knives and guns. Although a bit timid now, she wasn't as terrified as the other women.
Moreover, in her view, the young man was a total coward; even if given a real knife, he'd only wave it around to scare people, definitely lacking the guts to actually use it.
Feigning composure, Chu Qianqian casually said, "Really not afraid of losing face, are you? I advise you to put the knife down quickly; swinging it around makes you look pathetic."
