Nan Jiaojiao could tell these people were all show, only capable of brute force, with not a single skilled fighter among them.
The only one who could withstand a move from her, Nan Jiaojiao seized his arm, twisted it sharply with a snap, breaking it. The man hadn't yet reacted when her hand was pressed on the table and a fork was stabbed through the back of it.
"Ah!!!!"
Nan Jiaojiao looked sullen, finishing the fight in less than two minutes.
The restaurant was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, everyone's mouths agape, staring at what had just happened as if it were magic, all within the blink of an eye.
Zhou Yunlin swallowed the half a boiled egg he had been holding in his mouth for ages, pushed away the screaming woman rushing into his arms, and sent the video he had recorded to Han Qi:
[Brother Qi, check out this fun clip.]
Nan Jiaojiao stepped toward Jih Mingyue, who had already turned pale with fright, clumsily retreating and tripping over a chair leg, falling down.