"This isn't coffee, this is cola!" Julius Reed pointed at the cup, somewhat displeased, "I said, what kind of coffee shop is this, deceiving customers? Call your boss out here!"
Bang!
After speaking, Julius Reed heavily tapped on the table.
This action startled many customers, but they all just glanced over and then busied themselves with their own matters.
This is how it is in Swimming City.
As long as trouble doesn't come knocking, very few people go looking for it.
After all, who would come here with a simple identity?
"Sir, are you joking?" The waiter was taken aback at first, but quickly explained with a smile: "This is clearly coffee, how can you say..."
Slap!
Before he could finish, Julius Reed struck him with a slap!
A fresh red handprint immediately appeared on the waiter's pale face.
"You..."
Being slapped out of the blue, anyone would get angry.
