C4 Last Dinner(3)

An old man who just lay unconscious on the floor. At this moment, he suddenly got up and stared at Chung Jingchen for a long time. It was as if he wanted to remember Chung Jingchen's face.

The flame of the candle was big and small. It could be extinguished at any time, but there was no wind.

The old man moved his feet and pressed his finger to the corner of his mouth. A standard smile of a gentleman was displayed on his face. However, he did not look elegant at all. Instead, he looked gloomy and scary.

In an environment that was not bright, he was like a deep and deep ancient well. Perhaps he would be dragged into it and would never be able to come out.

A few timid people hugged each other and trembled. They tightly bit their lips and did not let out any screams to avoid attracting attention.

The old man seemed to be very satisfied with the reaction of these people. The corner of his mouth opened up a little wider, revealing a scarlet scar.

Only Chung Jingchen was like an alien that did not fit in. He even had the leisure to cross his legs and lean against the table, expressing his strong dislike for the table cloth.

The complicated dark red patterns were interweaving and winding, covering the entire table cloth. However, there was no pattern to it. It was as if a child had randomly drawn it. There was not even the slightest bit of beauty to speak of.

It seemed a little familiar.

Chung Jingchen wanted to take off the table cloth and get closer to the candle to take a closer look. However, he was stopped by a man.

"Don't pull us together if you want to die. Can you move this?" The man's facial features were twisted in fear. He tried his best to speak in a low voice.

Looking at the five big and four thick men, he was actually a coward in his bones.

The others agreed with his words. They started criticizing Chung Jingchen for being reckless and dragging them down one after another.

Chung Jingchen snorted in disdain and had no choice but to give up.

The sound of shoes tapping on the stairs sounded, dense and urgent.

Chung Jingchen curled his lips. The person he tricked into coming in had arrived.

The white coat was particularly eye-catching in the dark environment. What was more eye-catching was the thing he was holding in his hand. Oh, it should be said that it was something that looked like a person.

The old man had been dragged upstairs twice and was once again sprawled on the ground like an arched hill. The lower hem of his tuxedo had been dragged down. It actually looked a little funny.

"Okay." Chung Jingchen ignored the man's angry glare and clapped his hands. The rhythmic clapping sound echoed in the restaurant. It was obvious how spacious the restaurant was. It was probably just a table.

Wai Heng put his hands in the pocket of his white coat. There were two rolls of medical tape inside. To be honest, he really wanted to tie up this strange man and beat him up. He wanted to drag him to a place like this.

"Doctor Wei? It's been a long time." Chung Jingchen pulled his hat tighter.

Wai Heng sneered and did not answer. He walked around Chung Jingchen and sat down.

There were eleven seats in total, but there were twelve of them. Chung Jingchen was alone.

Chung Jingchen did not care. He sat down next to the old man. The cold floor made him feel comfortable.

The chair felt sticky when he sat up. It felt like he was sitting on glue.

After a while, Wai Heng also stood up and sat on the other side of the old man.

The two of them were like guards at the stairs. One of them had white skin and the other had white clothes.

Come on. These were two God of Plagues.

The rest of the people who are familiar with each other simply sit in the same seat, relying on the body temperature of others to absorb the sense of security.

A girl who looked like a high school student began to sob softly, snuggling in the arms of a man.

And a couple? Chung Jingchen was stunned. It was rare for a couple to face death and terminal illness at the same time.

"They're here."

Wai Heng felt a cold wind behind him, and his neck felt cold.