The expression of the cheerful waiter, who had been smiling just a moment ago, instantly changed. Without hesitation, he flung the pot of hot wine straight at Zhao Changhe’s face.0

At the same time, the patrons who had been chatting amiably moments before suddenly pulled out daggers and viciously thrust them at Zhao Changhe’s kidneys.0

But the next moment, everyone froze, their eyes wide with shock.0

The steaming wine meant to douse Zhao Changhe’s face seemed to hit an invisible wall. Not only did it fail to reach him, but it rebounded entirely, splashing back onto the waiter’s own face. The man let out a blood-curdling scream as his face melted into a ruined mess. He writhed in agony for only a brief moment before he collapsed lifelessly to the floor.0

“Hoh, how poisonous. You’re truly quite vicious,” Zhao Changhe said with a chuckle. With a casual wave of his hand, the daggers reversed their course, plunging back into the hearts of their wielders.0

In the blink of an eye, the inn became littered...0