Chapter 70: The Overbearing Waiter

At this moment, Mo Han and his companions approached a waiter. Mo Han said, “Take us to Room 666.” Just then, Zhou Kai suddenly spoke up, “Xiao Hu, come with me for a moment.”

The waiter recognized Zhou Kai as one of the rich heirs from their district and quickly followed him with a smile. Zhou Kai whispered something in the waiter’s ear, and soon the waiter returned to Mo Han and the others.

“Sir, I’m sorry, but all our rooms are booked tonight. If you still wish to dine, please wait over there,” the waiter apologized.

“All booked?” Mo Han looked at the waiter with a hint of sarcasm. “I reserved this room, and the time hasn’t yet arrived.” He’d heard Zhou Kai’s words clearly. The waiter was deliberately making things difficult for them.

Since when did Mo Han have to be bullied by a mere waiter?

“I’m sorry, but other guests arrived and went in first. Perhaps your reservation wasn’t updated in time,” the waiter replied indifferently.

“How can this be? You gave our reserved room to someone else? Your restaurant is too overbearing!” Li An’an glared angrily at the waiter.

Though she hadn’t heard what Zhou Kai and the waiter discussed, she wasn’t stupid. She knew Zhou Kai had instructed the waiter to make things hard for them.

“I’m sorry, our restaurant is indeed overbearing. If you don’t want to eat, just leave. We won’t miss a few poor customers like you,” the waiter sneered arrogantly.

With Young Master Zhou backing him, he had no reason to pay attention to Li An’an’s family. Besides, their ordinary attire didn’t look like those of wealthy people—he felt no need to respect them.

“You!” Li An’an was furious; it was her first time encountering such an audacious waiter.

“Forget it, let’s just eat somewhere else,” Li Xiande said, not wanting to argue further. He tugged at Li An’an, signaling her to leave.

“Leave? Such an arrogant waiter—I’ve never seen the like. Do they really think we don’t have money?” Xu Fang was also angered. The waiter was too much, and she refused to let it go.

In the past, she might have endured it. But now, with her daughter and son-in-law so accomplished—and their family wealthy—she refused to be humiliated.

“Dad, don’t worry. I’ll have Chen Jianpeng arrange it,” Mo Han said.

“Oh, you want to make me laugh? You, a pauper, expect Young Master Chen to arrange something for you? Are you daydreaming?” The waiter mocked.

Mo Han couldn’t be bothered with the waiter; to him, the man was nothing but an ant.

He took out his phone and quickly dialed a number. “Xiao Chen, where’s the room you reserved for me? Come arrange it.”

“Certainly, Mr. Mo. I’ll be right down. I’m upstairs entertaining clients now,” came Chen Jianpeng’s voice from the phone.

Mo Han looked to be about the same age as Chen Jianpeng, but the latter didn’t mind how Mo Han addressed him.

Mo Han hung up.

The waiter looked at Mo Han as if he were a fool. Xiao Chen? To call Young Master Chen by that name—he was grandstanding in the wrong place.

“Manager Hu, there’s trouble in the lobby. Please come take a look,” the waiter said with a sly smile, then used his walkie-talkie to summon security.

Li Xiande looked worried. This restaurant belonged to the Chen family’s heirs—they couldn’t afford trouble.

“An’an, let’s hurry and leave. We can’t provoke the owners here,” Li An’an said anxiously.

Xu Fang was also becoming fearful. Though she wanted to teach the arrogant waiter a lesson, she dreaded being thrown out by security—how humiliating that would be.

“No need to worry, I’m here,” Mo Han reassured them.

“Is it useful for you to be here?” At that moment, Huang Lili stepped forward, looking at Mo Han with a mocking smile. “Let me tell you the truth—the reason you can’t dine here is because of my friend. With a single word from him, you’ll be tossed out like dogs. This is the difference between us.”

She turned to Li An’an, ridiculing her. “Li An’an, I must say, your taste has really declined. Of all the men you could have chosen, you picked this useless husband. Are you that desperate?”

“If I were you, I’d tuck my tail and leave now, before the security humiliates you. That would be truly disgraceful.”

“I’ll see who leaves first,” Mo Han’s eyes narrowed, irritated by Huang Lili’s taunts.

“Why don’t we make a bet?” Zhou Kai said mockingly, “Whoever gets thrown out first is the loser’s grandson.”

“Is it so hard to behave like a normal person? Why insist on being someone’s grandson?” Mo Han sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

“Who dares make trouble in our restaurant? Tired of living?” Suddenly, several security guards burst in, bristling with aggression.

“Manager Hu, these are the people,” the waiter pointed at Mo Han’s family. “I told them all our rooms were full, but they insisted on barging in, and even insulted our boss. He called Young Master Chen ‘Xiao Chen,’ completely disrespecting him.”

“What the hell, so you’re the punk who insulted our Young Master?” Security manager Hu Zhibing glared ferociously at Mo Han.

Damn, this guy must have a death wish. He dared insult the eldest son of the Chen family, the most powerful clan in Qiancheng. Was he asking for trouble?

“Get out now or I’ll make your whole family crawl out of here!” With a wave of his hand, Hu Zhibing had the burly guards surround Mo Han and his group.

Xu Fang and Li Xiande grew tense, never having faced such a scene before.

Li An’an, knowing Mo Han’s strength, remained unfazed.

“Manager Hu, this guy is really arrogant. Just now he even boasted that he didn’t care about you,” Zhou Kai interjected.

“Damn it! Brothers, break this punk’s legs and throw him out!” Hu Zhibing was furious. Before becoming the security manager here, he’d been a figure in the underworld. No one had ever dared act so cocky in front of him.

Mo Han turned to stare at Hu Zhibing, eyes narrowing.

“Are you sure you want to provoke me?”

“Who the hell are you? Dare to threaten me?” Hu Zhibing snarled, raising his hand to slap Mo Han.

Xu Fang, startled, cried out.

But at that moment, Mo Han grabbed Hu Zhibing’s wrist and twisted it slightly.

A crisp crack sounded—the unmistakable fracture of bone—followed by Hu Zhibing’s muffled groan.

“Kill him!” Hu Zhibing recovered, clutching his broken wrist and shouting at the guards.

“You bastard, you’re dead!” The guards, seeing their leader injured, rushed at Mo Han.