Chapter 67: It Was Me, So What?

Along with the sound, the hall became silent and everybody sat on their seats silently and looked at their empty bowls. No one talked.

"I want to know, who killed the zombies with an axe?" Chen Zehao wore a black face, "Are you deaf?"

The people lowered their head and they were not brave enough to look at Chen Zehao.

"Bitches!" Chen Zehao cursed, "How dare you ignore me!"

Clang!

Chen Zehao kicked a table angrily and the bowl and the chopsticks suddenly fell on the ground.

Rustling and crushing---

The ceramic bowls which were collected by Che Xianguo were thrown on the ground and chaos filled the spot.

"Woo--" Suddenly a five-year old boy was shocked and cried as he tried to hide on the arms of his mother.

"Don’t cry! Baby, dont’t cry. Please!" A young mother hurried to hug the little boy in her arms. She peeked at Chen Zehao tensely and she was panicking.