In the moment the burly man stood up, Mo Shangjun and Sisheng lifted their gaze towards him.
As he walked over, his hand inadvertently brushed his waist, something flashed briefly, and both Mo Shangjun and Sisheng, with their keen dynamic vision, clearly saw what it was.
His hand didn't move away and after a few steps, he was standing in front of the table.
He looked coldly at Mo Shangjun and Sisheng, his sharp and dangerous gaze scrutinizing them with intense pressure.
Sizing up Mo Shangjun and Sisheng, his gaze lastly swept past the back of Mo Shangjun's right hand, and thus his attention fell on Mo Shangjun.
By the time Mo Shangjun realized something, it was already too late to react—she, having long served in the military with short guns, had calluses on her hands, easily recognized by peers.
The burly man fixed his gaze on her and asked in a deep voice, "Care for a hot pot together?"
As he spoke, his hand blatantly touched the item hidden at his waist.
