Zhao Yu had thrown the stool with all of his might. With a bang, the stool smashed down directly on the hotpot, causing hot soup to splash everywhere and the chicken to roll to the ground. It was a complete mess!

"Ah? Oh, oh, oh..." The people at that table all jumped backwards in a hurry, while exclaiming in surprise. Although they were not burned by the hot soup, they did get oil stains on their lovely clothes.

Seven big men immediately rushed at Zhao Yu, while one of them roared, "Are you crazy?"

They were pointing at Zhao Yu and shouting, but Zhao Yu didn't care at all. In fact, he just sat back down at his seat calmly and ate a piece of chicken with his chopsticks leisurely. He was acting as if nothing had happened!

Zeng Ke and Wu Xiumin, who were at the far end of Zhao Yu's table, were gazing at one another, both at a loss for what to do next. They felt confused by Zhao Yu's behavior.

"Boss, can't you just eat your chicken quietly, like everyone else?" Ran Tao muttered to Zh