The most valuable thing in the front hall is naturally the cash register, where customers' payments are stored. The young man was no stranger to debt collection, knowing the ropes well. Upon receiving the order, one of them headed towards the cash register.
The waitress instinctively stood up to protect the register, even though she was scared. The young man sneered sleazily and reached out to push the waitress, deliberately aiming for her chest.
With a swoosh, a shoe flew over from nowhere, its sole landing squarely on the young man's face with considerable force, sending him staggering back, stars dancing before his eyes.
When he steadied himself, a clear shoe print was etched on his face, looking comically awkward. The staff wanted to laugh but were too embarrassed to do so.
"Who? Who threw the shoe!" The young man covered his face and shouted angrily.
