Noble Husband At the Door novel Chapter 945

"May I ask if you prefer a seat by the window, or a seat that's more private?" the waiter asked.

"A little private," Samuel said. He could not be too high -profile when he met Han Van. If Han Li knew about it, it would be troublesome for Han Van.

In Samuel’s opinion, his cooperation with Han Van would be deeper after today's meeting. Therefore, he had to consider Han Van in these aspects.

"Please follow me." The waiter led Samuel to a booth inside.

Samuel ordered a cup of American coffee. Looking at the time, he made an appointment with Han Van at eleven o'clock. With this woman's arrogance, she should arrive at the right time. Therefore, Samuel was not in a hurry.

Samuel leisurely enjoyed the coffee. Although this was not Samuel’s hobby, it was quite good to occasionally taste this bitter taste.

Not long after, Samuel heard an intense noise. It was a s if there was a customer who was dissatisfied with the service and was arguing with the waiter.

Samuel had no intention of meddling in other people's business. However, the situation was getting worse and worse. There was even the sound of a woman crying. Samuel was curious about what had happened.

Samuel was just about to sit up and check what was going on when he was scolded by a man with dyed yellow hair, "What are you looking at? Don't fucking meddle in other people's business. Otherwise, you won't know what's going on even if you go to the hospital."

Samuel smiled helplessly. The young man was really hot-tempered. He threatened people with a word of disagreement. He didn't know who gave them the courage.

Just as Samuel was about to sit down, the crying waitress cast him a pleading look.

This was the waiter who had received Samuel just now. Her service attitude was very good. Even Samuel could not find anything to be picky about. It was obvious that she had been deliberately put in a difficult position.

Samuel, who had sighed, walked toward the waiter. H e was a man like this. He wanted to make up for any injustice on the road.

"What's going on?" Samuel said to the waiter whose eyes were red and swollen and asked.

"Fuck you! Didn't you hear what I said? I told you not t o meddle in other people's business." The young man with blond hair stood up angrily and walked toward Samuel.

Samuel did not even look at him. He continued to ask, "If you tell me, I may be able to help you."

"He... he secretly took photos of me with his phone. I wanted him to delete it, but I didn't expect him to scold me and say that I spilled coffee on him," the waiter said weakly.

Upon hearing this, the man with yellow hair became more arrogant. Pointing at his clothes, he said, "Didn't you spill it for me? Did I do it myself?"

Seeing this, his companions all stood up fiercely.

"Fuck, how dare you hit him?"

"Dude, you are courting death. Let your family prepare the coffin."

"Let's go. Let this fool see how powerful we are."

A few people rushed forward, and their momentum was so fierce that the waiters in the store were scared. Even the waiter next to Samuel was scared to take a step back.

However, their momentum and skills were completely contrary to each other, and they were all shouting that they were stronger than anyone else. But when it came to fists and kicks, they were all softies.

When they were beaten to the ground by Samuel, they didn't even come back to their senses. They didn't

even know what had happened.

How could so many people be knocked down by him alone?