Chapter 1616
The waiter was an ordinary-looking man. He was slightly stocky but had an honest appearance.
The man whose shirt was stained with juice stood up, grabbed the waiter's collar, and shouted angrily, "You useless piece of crap! Do you know how much this shirt costs?"
The waiter stammered miserably, "Sir, it was an accident. How about I take it to the best dry cleaners in Bint City..."
The patrons here were either rich or powerful. It was not uncommon for a single garment to cost over a million. Spending a bit of money to get it cleaned at the best dry cleaners was better than compensating for the whole outfit.
"Clean, my ass! Get on your knees and apologize!” The man roared before slapping the waiter across the face. The slap, however, never landed on the waiter's face.
Instead, it struck Nash's hand.
The scion paused before shooting a glare at Nash. "You want to meddle in this, huh?"
Nash responded with a backhand slap, sending the scion flying. He had initially intended to reason

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