I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

After screaming, the boy saw that his grandmother had silenced everyone, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

He raised the toy gun in his hand and began aiming randomly around.

The gun barrel turned this way and that, aimed at a couple eating at a table, and made "rat-a-tat-tat" sounds.

The girl in the couple frowned and moved to the side.

The boy laughed even harder and continued to turn the gun around.

He aimed at the middle-aged couple at the other table.

The middle-aged man saw this and glared at him.

The boy wasn't afraid at all; instead, he pointed the gun at him, squinted one eye, and pretended to aim.

The middle-aged man's face darkened.

But after glancing at the elderly woman next to him with her hands on her hips, and then at the young couple sitting opposite her who were constantly on their phones and never looked up, he simply sighed, shook his head, and continued eating.

Seeing this, the boy became even more unrestrained.

He stood up and pointed the gun at another table of guests.

At this moment, the waiter who was standing nearby had not yet left. Seeing the boy's action, he quickly stepped forward.

"Little friend, you can't hit people with this."

The boy ignored her.

The waiter then looked at the old lady.

"Auntie, look at this child..."

The old lady's eyes widened.

"What's wrong with letting him hit it a couple of times? It's just a plastic gun, and it fires crystal bullets, which are soft and won't kill anyone!"

"Auntie, it's not a matter of whether you can kill her or not, it's that she's affecting the other guests' dining experience."

The old lady waved her hand to interrupt her.

"What impact? What's wrong with letting kids play with toy guns? Who didn't play with toy guns when they were little?"

She glanced around and raised her voice.

"You're such a grown man, arguing with a child, aren't you ashamed?"

She pushed the waiter away.

"Get out of the way, don't disturb my grandson's play."

The waiter staggered a couple of steps, regained his balance, his face flushed red, and stood in the aisle, somewhat at a loss.

She glanced at the boy's parents, who were still playing on their phones, then at the smug old lady, gritted her teeth, turned around, and strode quickly toward the manager's office.

As the waiter walked away, the old lady turned around and patted her grandson's head proudly.

"Son, go play your game. Ignore them."

Encouraged, the mischievous child became even more energetic.

Da da da!

Several crystal bullets flew out and hit a middle-aged man in the back.

The man turned his head, his face filled with anger.

But seeing the old lady's "what can you do to me?" expression, he suppressed his anger.

The boy pointed the gun at the table where the couple was sitting.

Da da da!

A crystal bullet flew into a plate of braised pork, splattering a few drops of oil.

The young couple at that table looked down at the dish, their faces grim.

The girl whispered.

"How can we eat this...?"

The boy took her hand and shook his head.

"Forget it, that old woman looks like she's going to cause trouble. Let's not get into any more trouble."

Seeing that no one dared to say anything to him, the brat laughed even more unrestrainedly.

He raised his gun, pointed it at the guests at the next table, and repeatedly pulled the trigger.

Da da da!

Crystal bullets were fired from the muzzle of the gun.

It hit the guests at the next table.

It was thrown into the dishes on that table.

It splashed into the soup bowl, creating tiny water droplets.

A family of three was sitting at that table: the parents and a little girl who was about four or five years old.

The little girl was hit in the arm by the crystal bullet, paused for a moment, and then burst into tears.

"Mom, he shot me..."

The young mother quickly hugged her daughter and patted her back tenderly.

She looked up at the boy, her eyes filled with anger.

"What's wrong with you all?! A child is shooting people with a gun, and you're not doing anything about it?!"

The girl's father also stood up, his fists clenched.

The old lady immediately stood in front of her grandson.

"Why should we care? He only hit me a few times, he didn't kill me!"

She pointed at the crying little girl.

"Why are you crying? So delicate, what will become of you?"

The young mother was so angry that she was trembling all over.

"What did you say?!"

The old lady took a step forward.

"What did I say? I said your kids are spoiled! My grandson was just joking, is that really necessary?"

She patted her chest.

"Come on, hit me if you dare! Hit me! Hit me here!"

As she spoke, she bumped into the girl's mother.

The girl's father quickly pulled his wife away and stood between them.

The old lady bumped into him and immediately sat down on the ground.

"Oh no! Someone's been hit! A young person is hitting an old person!"

She yelled at the top of her lungs, and the whole restaurant erupted in chaos.

The surrounding guests all stood up.

"That's too much!"

"I've never seen such an unreasonable person!"

"Call the police! Call the police immediately!"

"Throw them all out!"

The old lady sat on the ground, pointing at the guests who had stood up.

"You people, you've lived this long, and you're still picking on a child? Have you no shame?"

"My grandson is only eight years old, what does he know? You're all adults, why are you arguing with him? Aren't you ashamed?"

A middle-aged man couldn't hold back any longer.

"Grandma, your grandson is being irresponsible, and you adults are being irresponsible too? Can't you discipline him properly?"

The old lady immediately turned to him.

"Why should I care? What's wrong with my grandson being so disobedient? What's wrong with him playing with a toy gun? He didn't hurt anyone!"

The middle-aged man pointed to the water stains on his clothes.

"You call this not hurting anyone? Doesn't this crystal bullet hurt when it hits someone?"

The old lady chuckled.

"Pain? How much pain can a few water droplets cause? You're a grown man, can't you even handle this little bit of pain?"

The middle-aged man choked.

An older woman next to me chimed in.

"It's not about whether it hurts or not, it's about how rude you all are! You don't care about the children, the elderly are unreasonable, and the parents act like they're dead. What kind of family is this?"

The old lady's eyes widened.

"Who are you calling rude? Who are you calling a dead person?"

She crawled a step toward her older sister.

"Say that again!"

The older sister was startled by her imposing manner and instinctively took a step back.

The old lady got even more excited and started slapping the floor.

"I'm sitting right here today, let's see who dares to do anything to us!"

The child's parents finally looked up and glanced at the scene.

The man glanced at it, then lowered his head again and continued watching the female streamer's dance videos.

The woman glanced at it, frowned slightly, and then continued chatting.

The boy stood on the chair, watching his grandmother argue with everyone, then looked at the angry guests, and laughed even harder.

He raised his gun and pointed it at the people who had stood up.

Da da da!

Another string of crystal bullets.

It hit several guests.

A middle-aged man was hit in the eye and screamed in pain while covering his eye.

"My eyes!"

People nearby quickly helped him up.

"How are you? Should we go to the hospital?"

The middle-aged man covered his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

"It's nothing, it just hurts a little..."

He let go, his eyes already red.

The boy saw him like that and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! He cried! He cried!"

Several guests around couldn't resist any longer.

"What the hell is this brat?!"

"That's so annoying!"

"I'm going to teach him a lesson today!"

Several people rushed forward.

The old lady immediately got up from the ground and stood in front of her grandson.

"What are you doing?! Trying to hit the child? Go ahead and hit me first!"

She spread her arms wide, like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

"Come on! Hit me! Hit me!"

The guests were blocked by her, unable to move forward or backward.

Someone pointed at the young couple.

"You two are the child's parents, right? Are you just going to stand by and do nothing?"

The young man looked up and glanced at the other man.

"What do you care? My mom's the one who's in charge."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head again.

The woman didn't even lift her head.

The people around were completely enraged.

Some people angrily criticized the old woman and the boy's parents.

People were taking photos and videos.

The entire restaurant was in complete chaos.

Amidst this chaos, only two tables of guests remained seated, continuing their meal.

One table was occupied by Luo Fei and his group.

Luo Yumei sat by the window, watching the farce unfold, her brows furrowed.

"What kind of people are these...?"

Liu Qiang's face was also full of anger.

"This is outrageous! That kid deserves a beating, and that old lady deserves an even bigger beating! Those parents are practically dead!"

He looked at Luo Fei.

"Brother Fei, we..."

Luo Fei picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks, not caring.

"Have a meal."

Liu Qiang was stunned for a moment.

But he quickly realized what he meant, nodded, and continued eating.

At the other table were two burly men.

A man with a full beard and a burly build.

One was a little thinner, but still more robust than the average person.

Both of them looked to be in their thirties, wearing ordinary T-shirts, and were engrossed in eating.

The burly man with a full beard held chopsticks in his hand and shoveled large mouthfuls of rice into his mouth.

He turned a deaf ear to the chaos over there.

After the boy finished his round, he noticed that there were still two tables of people eating.

He tilted his head.

Why are they still eating?

He was displeased, raised his gun, aimed it at the burly men at the table, switched the gun to automatic fire mode, and pressed his finger on the trigger.

Da da da!

A barrage of crystal bullets shot densely towards the table.

The blows landed on the burly man with a full beard, on his hands, and in the soup bowl in front of him.

The soup splashed up and landed all over his face.

The burly man stopped what he was doing and slowly put down his chopsticks.

She raised her head, her eyes cold, and looked in the direction of the boy.

The boy met his gaze and paused for a moment.

But he quickly lost his fear.

Grandma just shut everyone up.

He raised his gun, ready to pull the trigger again.

The burly man suddenly stood up, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, his fists clenched, veins bulging.

His companion quickly got up and pulled him back.

"Old Zhang, calm down! Don't act impulsively!"

The burly man was pulled along and stood still.

He looked at the boy and saw that he was still smiling, with the gun still pointed at him.

Everyone in the restaurant noticed this scene.

The noise subsided a bit.

Some people looked at the burly man with expectant eyes.

Some people were watching the boy, gloating.

Someone took out their phone, ready to film what would happen next.

Just then.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from afar.

A middle-aged man in a shirt walked over quickly, followed by a waitress and two security guards.

He is the restaurant manager.

He walked into the restaurant, saw the chaos before him, and his expression changed.

"What's going on?!"

A waiter quickly went up to them and explained the situation.

The manager's face turned even uglier after hearing this.

He took a deep breath and walked toward the old woman still lying on the ground and the boy still holding the gun.

The restaurant fell silent for a moment as everyone watched.

Let's wait and see how this manager handles this.