The situation downstairs was still unclear, but the fat guy had already started a brawl. Tables were overturned, and dishes lay shattered all over the floor. The four hotel staff who rushed in first were instantly taken down by the fat guy, who also sustained some injuries. One of the staff, seeing how fierce the fat guy was, dared not approach any closer and quickly retreated, shouting, “Security! Security! Get security up here!”

The old lady beside me was shocked by our actions, and the little girl was so frightened that her face turned pale, hiding behind a middle-aged woman. I looked around, wondering if I should help over there. Glancing down, it seemed quite a height; jumping down might be risky, so it was safer to stick with the fat guy and deal with security.

While I was rummaging around looking for something to use as a weapon, I suddenly saw the old lady’s two bodyguards rush in, standing between me and them. The old lady said, “Are you all crazy? Do you know what the consequences will be if you offend the boss here?”

I couldn’t care less at this point. Since things had escalated, I was someone who would act without any reservations. The resentment I had bottled up inside me was now bursting out. I said, “As you said, this restaurant has been open for too long, and the boss has been too comfortable. Someone needs to give him a wake-up call. Let’s do our good deeds to the end and give this big boss here a little stimulation.” Saying that, I took a sip of tea and smashed the teacup, ready to join the chaos.

But just as I was about to get off the stool, I suddenly remembered my agreement with the old lady. I quickly looked at my watch and saw it was already 4:25. Suddenly, I felt a surge of inspiration. I asked the fat guy, “Can you hold on for five more minutes?”

The fat guy was blocking the door, having knocked out the last staff member with a headbutt, and said in confusion, “Huh? What? You still want to go to the bathroom?”

I mimicked the fat guy’s tone and replied, “We’ve been sitting here for so long, caused trouble, and taken some hits. We can’t let it all go to waste. Just five more minutes, let the old lady see what real spirit is.”

The fat guy laughed, “Naive! In a fight, you can’t just sit there. When you meet someone with a bit of flair, you need someone like me when I was young. Alright, I’ll show some power and let you experience some spirit.” Saying this, he closed the private room door and barricaded the tables and chairs against it.

Soon, someone outside started banging on the door. The fat guy leaned against the back door and began checking the time.

My heart raced, thinking that this time I would really make a name for myself. I figured that whatever happened next would be impossible to explain to my grandfather, even if I dug him up from his grave. I glanced downstairs and saw chaos down there as well. The staff members rushing up were taken down by the “Dumb Oil Bottle,” and one guy in a pink shirt was guarding the glass cabinet, with two people facing off against each other, not yet engaging in a fight.

The good thing about fighting in such places is that you can’t call the police; it’s already an illegal act, and disputes can only be resolved by who is more rogue. However, the “Dumb Oil Bottle” couldn’t show his skills in this situation. If the opponents were zombies, it wouldn’t matter how heavy-handed he was, but with these living people, he couldn’t just go around breaking necks. I believed he was holding back. We should be able to escape without much trouble. Once the time was up, the fat guy and I would jump down from here; at worst, we’d just get a few injuries.

Thinking this, I felt a bit more at ease and was about to take a deep breath when suddenly the old lady said to her two bodyguards, “Pull him up from the stool.”

I was taken aback when I saw two young men immediately lunging towards me. I shouted, “Grandma, you can’t play dirty like this!”

“Can you smash the place? Then I can’t smash you? Who’s really being dishonest here?” The old lady pointed at me and commanded, “Get him!”

I cursed inwardly and immediately called out to Fatty, “Help! Help!” while backing away, squeezing my way out from the chair.

Seeing the situation had changed, Fatty had no choice but to let go of his side and swung the chair, charging over. This led to a conflict with the Huo family, and several middle-aged diners outside immediately grabbed Fatty, wrestling with him. Meanwhile, two bodyguards had already grabbed my sleeve.

I struggled desperately to break free from them and immediately clung to the railing nearby. They pulled at my arms, and I bit them, managing to keep my chair. After a while, the old lady grew impatient and shouted, “Don’t mind him, just grab his chair!” They immediately went for my groin area, and I quickly closed my legs tightly, clinging to the chair, while they tried to pry my thighs apart.

Just as they were about to pull my legs apart, Fatty arrived. He had torn off his shirt to break free from the crowd, and as soon as he got there, he came crashing down on all of us like a mountain, pinning everyone underneath.

These two bodyguards were quite skilled, but with such immense weight suddenly pressing down, it was hard for them to break free in a short time. I was squeezed beneath two people, nearly suffocating.

At the same time, the blocked entrance was finally smashed open, and several security guards rushed in wielding batons, already in a furious state, turning the scene into chaos, like a group of children fighting.

I really couldn’t believe that in just five minutes, things had escalated to this level. I was filled with regret. A few security guards charged directly at Fatty, striking him on the head with their batons. Fatty let out a howl, turned to shield himself with his hands against the rain of blows, and shouted, “Damn it! Is it time yet?” Just as he finished speaking, a baton hit him, making him scream in pain.

I reached to check my watch, but I couldn’t see it at all. Looking at Fatty, I didn’t care whether it was time or not. I yelled, “It’s time!!”

“Son of a bitch!” Fatty roared, rushing out and pushing a few security guards to the ground. As the weight on me lifted, I immediately used my knee to flip off the people on top of me, stood up, and grabbed Fatty. “Let’s go! We need to get downstairs!”

But Fatty shook off my hand. I saw his eyes were bloodshot as he cursed, “Get lost!” He picked up a root-carved table and yelled at the security guards, “Screw your grandfathers! Just because I’m not acting like a tiger doesn’t mean you can treat me like a punching bag. I’m going to charge out through your front door today, and let’s see who dares to stop me!”