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The manager took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly.

He slowly turned around, facing the guests with different expressions around him, put his hands together in front of his chest, leaned forward slightly, and bowed.

"Dear guests, we are truly sorry! This incident is due to our inadequate service and has caused you inconvenience!"

His voice was loud and clear, drowning out the noise in the restaurant.

"To express our sincerest apologies, all guests present today will have their meals free!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a murmur arose around him, and the tense atmosphere eased considerably.

"Free meal?"

"Really?"

"That's more like it. My good mood has been ruined."

"Forget it, since it's already free, there's no need to argue with such an rude person," a man in a shirt waved his hand and said to his companion.

A few guests who didn't want to cause trouble stood up, packed their belongings, glanced at the noisy family with disgust, and silently walked away.

Some people stayed behind and returned to their seats. Although they stopped eating, they all looked at the manager with great interest, clearly wanting to see how the manager would deal with this oddball family.

The old lady also heard what the manager said, and her eyes lit up.

Can I get my order for free?

She was overjoyed.

I never expected that my grandson's tantrum would bring me such benefits.

Looks like I can bring my grandson here often in the future, since it doesn't cost any money anyway.

She glanced smugly at the angry guests around her, thinking to herself, "What's the use of your fuss? In the end, you'll all benefit from my grandson's fame."

The young couple also looked up and exchanged a glance.

The man's lips twitched slightly, a hint of smugness in his expression.

The woman continued to look down at her phone, but her expression clearly relaxed.

Only the boy was still holding the gun, aiming it around aimlessly.

The manager didn't stop talking after he finished mentioning the free meal.

He turned to the waiters and security guards and gave them instructions in a low voice.

"Go and check which tables' dishes were hit by crystal bullets, and which tableware had crystal bullets on it. Make a list of them."

The waiter and security guard were both taken aback.

But the manager looked very serious, so they didn't dare ask any more questions and immediately went to do it.

They carefully examined, recorded, and counted each table.

The old lady stood to the side, watching them busy themselves, while secretly planning how to come over for a few more meals in the future.

A few minutes later, the waiter and security guard returned to the manager.

The waiter reported in a low voice.

The manager nodded.

He took out his phone, opened the calculator, and started typing.

Soon, he raised his head and looked at the old lady.

"Auntie, I just did the math."

His voice was calm, and every word was clear.

"Nearly twenty dishes were hit by the crystal bullets, with a total price of 1,150 yuan."

"Several tables of dishes have been contaminated by crystal beads, and our restaurant can no longer use them for other guests. The entire set needs to be replaced. We will charge you 1,000 yuan for these tableware at cost price. If you have any questions about the price, we can provide you with the purchase invoice for inspection at any time."

"Including the dishes your own table ordered, it'll be three hundred and fifty."

He paused.

"A total of two thousand five hundred."

The old lady's smile froze.

She stared blankly at the manager, as if she hadn't understood.

"What did you say?"

The manager's gaze fell on the old lady, his face expressionless, and his tone calm.

"I said, you need to pay a total of two thousand five hundred dollars."

Upon hearing this, the old lady's eyes widened instantly.

"Why should I?!"

Her voice suddenly rose in pitch, becoming sharp and loud.

"Didn't you just say everything was free?! Why are we paying now?!"

The manager looked at her.

"I meant giving other customers a free meal. You are not included."

The old lady was stunned.

The young couple were also stunned.

The man frowned, put down his phone, slowly stood up, stared at the manager, and asked with a hint of anger in his voice, "What do you mean?"

The manager met his gaze and replied calmly, "What I mean is, you'll have to pay for the trouble you've created."

The man's face instantly turned ugly: "Why?! We're the customers! We're God! Why should we pay for the food ordered by other people?!"

The manager's expression remained unchanged as he calmly explained, "It was your child who fired crystal bullets from a toy gun, contaminating other customers' food and severely disrupting their dining experience. These losses must be compensated at cost."

The man opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found that he couldn't find a suitable reason for the moment, so he could only stand there with his face turning pale and then red.

Seeing this, the woman next to her also stood up abruptly, shouting shrilly, "We don't care! We're not paying! What can you do about it?!"

The manager looked at her.

"Okay, then let's call the police."

He paused, then added, "We have surveillance cameras all around here, with no blind spots. Everything your child did has been clearly recorded. When the police arrive, they will handle it accordingly."

The woman's expression changed instantly, and panic flashed in her eyes.

Just then, the old lady finally realized what was happening. She suddenly plopped down on the ground, pounding her fists on the floor, and began to wail loudly, "Oh dear! They're bullying us! The restaurant is bullying us! They're overcharging us! A simple meal costs us over two thousand!"

She wailed and pounded the floor with her fists, making loud "bang bang" sounds. "You're a rip-off! I'm going to expose you! I'll let everyone know that you're a big business that bullies its customers, taking advantage of the elderly and children!"

The diners who hadn't left yet were now watching this scene with great interest.

Some people couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, while others shook their heads helplessly, and a few others took out their phones and started filming the chaotic scene.

But no one stepped forward to persuade or intervene.

The manager stood there, watching her howl expressionlessly.

The waiters and security guards stood by, not moving.

The old woman howled for a long time, only to find that no one paid any attention to her.

She slowly stopped and looked at her son and daughter-in-law.

"Say something!"

The man's face turned pale and then flushed.

He clenched his fists, wanting to rush forward and reason with his fists, but looking at the two security guards behind the manager, he didn't dare to move.

The woman gritted her teeth, staring at the manager with eyes full of resentment.

Seeing that neither of them said a word, the old lady cursed them under her breath as useless and continued to throw a tantrum.

Just now.

Da da da!

A toy gun shot rang out.

The boy, at some point, raised his gun again.

The gun was pointed at the burly man at that table.

The burly man with a full beard was still standing there, and his companions were almost giving up on pulling him back.

The burly man's eyes no longer held anger, but rather the madness about to erupt completely.

Crystal bullets hit him, hit his face, hit his clenched fists.

The boy kept laughing as he hit him, muttering, "I'll hit you! I'll hit you! Who told you to glare at me!"

A deep roar came from the burly man's throat.

He suddenly broke free from his companion's grasp and charged out like a thoroughly enraged bull.

His companion instinctively reached out to pull him, but only grasped at thin air.

The burly man rushed to the boy in a few steps, his eyes bloodshot.

He raised his foot and kicked the boy hard in the chest.

"Bang!"

A kick landed squarely on the boy's chest, producing a dull thud.

The boy's body flew more than two meters away, like a kite with a broken string.

There was another "bang".

It crashed into the wooden wall of the partition.

The wooden wall was visibly shaken upon impact.

The boy slid off the wall and collapsed onto the floor, motionless. The toy gun in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter."

The entire restaurant fell silent at that moment.

Everyone stood there dumbfounded.

The old woman's mouth was still open, her eyes were wide open, and she was frozen in place.

The child's parents' expressions also froze.

There was a two-second silence.

"Xiao Bao!!"

The old woman's heart-wrenching scream shattered the silence.

She stumbled and lunged toward the boy who was sprawled on the ground, nearly falling over.

"Little Bao! My dear grandson! What's wrong? Don't scare Grandma!"

She knelt down beside the boy, her hands trembling as she tried to hug him, but dared not move him. She could only hang her hands, uttering distorted cries.

The boy did not react at all.

The child's mother screamed and rushed over.

"Son! Son!"

They crouched down beside the boy, frantically checking on him.

There was a clear footprint on the boy's chest. His eyes were half-closed, his face was pale, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, running down his chin.

The child's father finally realized what was happening.

He clenched his fists, his face turning a deep purplish-red, with veins bulging on his forehead.

He charged at the burly man, clenching his fists.

"You fucking dare hit my son!"

But he stopped halfway through.

Because I saw the strong man's eyes, which were filled with blood red.

His face was still covered in the soup that had just been splashed, and with that crazed expression, he looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

The man's hand was raised, suspended in mid-air, his mouth open, but he couldn't utter a curse.

But something seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word; his legs were also trembling.

The child's mother trembled as she looked at her severely injured son. Turning her head, she saw her husband still standing there, too afraid to step forward and avenge their son.

She was furious.

"What are you standing there for? Your son's been beaten up! He's coughing up blood! You good-for-nothing, what are you doing?!"

The man's face turned bright red.

Seeing her man's pathetic state, the woman trembled with anger and instantly lost her temper.

Then she suddenly grabbed her phone from the table.

My fingers trembled as I dialed a number.

The call was answered quickly.

She spoke into the phone, her voice shrill and tearful, shouting in a fit of rage.

"Old Wang! Your son's been beaten! At Juxianlou! Come quick!"