1882: Sent flying with one kick

Sent flying with one kick

"This, this…" The waiter was taken aback for a moment and looked at the shopkeeper who was behind the counter in bewilderment. 2

The shopkeeper frowned slightly and walked out and went upstairs quickly. He walked in front of the four women and stopped them: "Miss, I'm afraid, this is not appropriate."

"Oh? What's wrong with that? Us sisters want a nicer environment while we have our meal, do you have a problem with that shopkeeper? If we hadn't heard that your restaurant is the most famous in the city and you have a few signature dishes that are delicious, we wouldn't have come all the way here to eat."

The woman at the front said softly. Her voice was so soft and gentle that the bones of the men who heard her softened. Not to mention that the woman's eyes were filled with a trace of grievance, the pitiful and delicate kind that men couldn't help but speak up. 

"Shopkeeper, why are you blocking them? If the ladies want a wing-room then just have someone move out of theirs and give it to them. Can you bear to let these delicate beauties sit in the main hall and eat their meal?"

"That's right. We are men and we can eat anywhere. Surely it is more suitable for the ladies to dine in a wing-room! Besides, maybe when the people in the wing-room saw the ladies they would also feel sorry for them and give up their wing-room!"

The shopkeeper's expression remained unchanged after hearing the comments of the guests below. He only frowned and said to the four women: "Miss, it's not that I don't want to help you, but you can't offend the people who are in the four wing-rooms. I'm only looking out for you all."

After he had spoken, he pondered for a moment, and then said: "Tell you what, the guests in the four wing-rooms won't be here for much longer. Why don't you go and take a walk around outside and see if there is anything you'd like to buy? I will reserve one of the wing-rooms for you when you return."

However, as he was speaking, three of the other women had walked up and one of them had kicked open the doors to one of the wing-rooms and walked in. 

"Hey, Miss, you can't…"

"Ah!"

Before the shopkeeper had finished speaking, the woman who had walked into the room was sent flying out by someone from inside. A scream had escaped her mouth as she lost her balance and fell down to the first floor. 

"Boom!"

The woman fell onto a table and in an instant, the cultivators who were sitting around the table stepped back. They stared wide-eyed and stunned at the woman as the table was destroyed by her before she fell onto the ground. 

"Puff!"

Blood spurted out of her mouth and her delicate face turned pale as she lay on the ground unable to stand up. 

"Seventh Junior Sister!"

The other three women were in shock. One of them jumped directly down from the second floor and went over quickly to help her up: "How are you? Where have you been hurt? Who hurt you?"

At this point, the two women who had remained upstairs were furious and they were just about to storm into the wing-room when they saw one person walking out. 

It was a man who was around thirty years old dressed in black robes. He had a strong physique and majestic features. As he walked out of the room with his hands behind his back, there was a faint aura of a superior person who wasn't angry but powerful. 

As he strode out of the wing-room, his sharp eyes swept over the beautiful women. His voice was sharp and deep when he spoke: "Who gave you permission to barge in?"

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