Quick Wear: Boss, she won again by doing nothing

Chapter 930: Opposing Worlds (25)

The others sat there, looking at each other in bewilderment. The atmosphere of restlessness that had been brewing dissipated instantly. Those who had been waiting for an opportunity to act with ill intentions now had their greed and calculation replaced by deep fear.

Just when everyone thought that the farce was over, no one expected that a new round of sneak attacks would begin.

The waiter who had helped Xing Rong change the snacks pretended to be shocked by the scene and lowered his head in horror, but in fact his attention was always on Ming Xi in Xing Rong's arms.

He noticed that Ming Xi was staring blankly at the man who was killed by Xing Rong. His dull eyes seemed to be frightened by the scene before him and he was at a loss.

So his right hand wearing a white glove was ready to move, with a cold light flashing slightly at his fingertips. Holding an extremely thin blade, he stabbed straight at Mingxi's fleshy little arm at a speed and angle that ordinary people could hardly detect!

His goal was clear. He wanted to quickly inject the poison in the blade into Mingxi's body, causing a seemingly small but fatal wound.

But at the same moment when the waiter made his move, the seemingly weak and chubby little hand did not dodge as he expected, but went straight up with an extremely precise manner!

The waiter's wrist was tightly grasped by a small hand like an iron clamp. A force that did not belong to a child suddenly came, strangling and twisting all his forward momentum and murderous intent!

"Crack!"

Suddenly, an extremely slight sound of bone cracking was heard. Although it was very light, the waiter heard it clearly because the sound came from his own wrist!

Before the severe pain had time to explode, his eyes met Mingxi's eyes in horror.

He saw a pair of eyes that had completely lost any trace of a child's innocence. There was only an unfathomable coldness and indifference in them, as if the outcome had been determined the moment he made his move.

Ming Xi's other hand had picked up the silver fork on the table at some point. Her movements were very smooth, as if she had done it many times. A flash of silver light passed by, and the fork instantly sank into the waiter's throat.

The waiter froze completely. Before he could even react, he felt a chill in his throat, followed by an unbearable pain. The pain didn't last long, and he soon died.

Ming Xi let go of his hand, and the corpse fell to the side with a muffled thud.

After doing all this, his expression immediately changed, as if he was not the one who had just coldly and ruthlessly killed people. Instead, he looked at Xing Rong with tears in his eyes and said aggrievedly, "Mommy, this man is so mean. Ming Xi's hands are sore."

Xing Xi looked at Ming Xi's aggrieved face and couldn't help but laugh in her heart, but she still slowly helped him massage his little hands, and said softly in cooperation: "Xi Xi, be good, Mommy will help you massage it, your little hands will not be sore anymore."

Xing Rong slowly raised his head, his eyes sweeping over everyone present. He said in a clear and firm voice, "Is there anyone else who wants to communicate?"

Although the people present had not given up, they all remained silent and no one dared to stand up and be the first to speak out.

Seeing no one answer, Xing Rong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, but that smile made people feel a little cold, "Is there anyone else who hasn't finished introducing?"

This time, there was still dead silence, and no one dared to make a sound.

Seeing this, Xing Rong glanced at the crowd again, and finally stopped at Tian Jie.

She looked at Tian Jie expressionlessly, "We were just frightened, so we left first. As for which one to choose, it's up to you. I only want 15%, and you decide the rest."

Before he finished speaking, Xing Rong took Ming Xi's hand without hesitation, stood up and walked towards the door.

At this moment, a dissenting voice suddenly rang out, "Wait! 15%? Mr. Tianjie only needs 20% when he's alone!"

This sound was like throwing a stone into a calm lake, instantly stirring up waves. The wealthy people, who had been quiet, suddenly became agitated, whispering and discussing among themselves.