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The other rich kids started speaking up as well.

"This isn't right! From what I know, Devie's restaurant is supposed to be famous. How can there not even be a doorman at the entrance?"

As for Bright, his expression at that moment was rather gloomy.

Soon, he started to speak.

"No need! You guys can look for a place to sit down first, we are eating here today."

"Uh…"

Fred and the others hesitated for a moment.

Then, they nodded and said, "Sure. Whatever you want, Bright."

They went to look for a table.

Meanwhile, Bright was wandering around the restaurant.

After a round of searching, he found a woman sitting at the front desk in the lobby.

She was looking down at her phone, laughing foolishly.

She was wearing a waitress uniform.

Bright started speaking to the woman, "We would like to order."

However, as soon as he finished talking, the woman sitting there didn't even bother to lift her head.

She grumbled, "Wait. Can't you see I'm busy here?"

Upon hearing that, Bright raised an eyebrow.

What was the meaning of that?

Was she ignoring him?

Not to mention, the security guards at the entrance and parking lot were all gone.

A cold snicker rose from the depths of Bright's heart.

The restaurant he had chosen at the spur of the moment turned out to be quite interesting.

It seemed that something mysterious had occurred.

His fingers lightly tapped on the reception desk.

Then, slowly, he asked, "Hmph! Is this how your restaurant treats its customers?"

After Bright said that, the woman there put down her phone.

Then, somewhat impatiently, she glanced at Bright, retorting, "Can't you see that I'm busy right now? If you want to eat, then eat. Otherwise, just get out!"

With that, Bright's expression turned slightly cold.

He said, "Hmph! You've got quite the temper."

Then, Bright grabbed her by the collar and pulled her up with a single tug, demanding, "So, this is how you are going to treat your customers?"

At that point, the woman seemed to panic a bit.

"What… what are you doing? I'm warning you, don't mess around! There are security cameras all over this place!"

"Take my order now!" Bright's tone was somewhat cold.

"N-no problem." The woman's throat bobbed slightly.

Her palm rested under the table and she pressed a button underneath it.

Trembling, she asked, "W-what dishes would you like to order?"

Bright immediately responded indifferently, "One of everything."

"What?" The woman looked stunned.

"Was I not clear enough? One of everything!"

"Uh…" The woman seemed a bit awkward.

"What? Is there a problem?" Bright asked casually.

As soon as he asked that, the woman began to explain, "Um, actually, the restaurant isn't open to customers right now…"

Upon hearing that, Bright lightly raised his eyebrows.

"Oh?"

Instantly, Bright broke into a smile.

It seemed that this shop was rather interesting.

"Hmph. Enlighten me, what exactly is going on here?"

As soon as he spoke, he suddenly heard a voice echoing from behind him.

"What's going on here? Who's causing trouble?!"

Bright turned around.

He was greeted by the sight of several burly middle aged men, carrying gleaming kitchen knives.

They had rushed over.

The woman was looking at the man who appeared to be their leader.

And then, her eyes lit up.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she quickly ran behind the middle aged man, pointing at Bright, she cried, "It's him!"

The man in the lead was shirtless, showing off the exaggerated tattoos on his body.

Taking three strides, he stood before Bright.

With the kitchen knife in his hand, he pointed at Bright, cursing and shouting. "So, you are the one causing trouble here!"

Hearing that, Bright's brows furrowed slightly.

Then, he calmly asked, "Causing trouble? How is trying to have a meal here somehow constituted as causing trouble? Also, I suggest you stop pointing that kitchen knife at me."

Upon hearing that, a chill settled into the middle aged man's eyes.

With a cold him, he retorted, "So what if I point this knife at you? What are you going to do about it?"

Bright simply shook his head in response.

Then, he extended one hand, casually pinching the blade of the kitchen knife between two fingers.

As everyone watched with shocked gazes, Bright used just two fingers to snap the blade in half with a crack.

Everyone was completely dumbfounded upon seeing that.

The middle aged man who was threatening Bright just a moment ago started trembling, finding it hard to steady himself.

In disbelief, he glanced at the broken blade in his hand, he gulped. It was quite a terrifying scene.

"Y-You…"

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Behind him, the others were dumbstruck as well.

Even so, Bright remained calm.

After sweeping his gaze over the few people there, he calmly continued, "So, are any of you still planning on pointing your knives at me?"

After he spoke, a clatter of noises were heard.

The kitchen knives in their hands all fell to the ground, one after the other.

What kind of a monster was Bright?

He had snapped a blade with just two fingers.

They all cursed internally.

Meanwhile, Bright appeared calm.

"Now, you should be able to tell, what on earth happened in this restaurant?" He asked.

Upon hearing that, the middle aged man swallowed aggressively.

Then, he began to explain what exactly had happened.

With that, Bright figured out what occurred as well.

As it turned out, the previous owner of the restaurant had gotten into trouble because of gambling.

He borrowed over 30 million dollars in high interest loans from a loan company.

Seeing that he would be unable to repay the loan, he simply decided to sell off the restaurant and fled.

As Bright listened to the story, he sneered to himself.

"Does that mean you are waiting for him to return?" He asked.

"Not exactly! He's already let go of the restaurant, if he had a brain, there's no way he would come back." The man responded.

"So?" Bright questioned calmly.

"We are waiting for the new boss. This restaurant was previously used as collateral and given to us. Now, a new boss has taken over, if they want to continue operations, they would first need to get permission from our company."