I killed the film and television world

Chapter 317 Collection
Davis has enough patience to slowly interrogate and get the result he wants.

While enjoying delicious Western food, he arranged for people to continue to force a confession from him through words and actions.

Before long, the gangster couldn't bear it anymore.

Although he was afraid that Song Ren would follow the clues and trace it back to him, he was even more afraid of dying here.

He gritted his teeth and held on for a moment, then told everyone everything.

After hearing the other party's description, Davis behaved very calmly at first, chewing the steak in his mouth slowly in small bites, enjoying the taste of the food.

But soon, after the gangster talked about the fight last night.

Davis stood up suddenly.

He smashed the red wine glass in his hand on the gangster's head, leaving him screaming.

Davis said coldly: "I asked you to talk about things, but you told me about movies!"

Fake squid!
He even exaggerated his story by saying he caught a bullet with his bare hands.

You really think I'm a child!

The gangster covered his bleeding forehead, shaking in agony: "Boss, I really wasn't kidding you! That boss is a monster, he really is a monster!"

Seeing that he was still being stubborn, Davis just waved his hand in annoyance and had him dragged away first.

Just as I was about to clean up, I heard a burst of noise coming from the restaurant.

This sound is wrong!

You know, the western restaurant he runs is a high-end place in this area and is always very quiet.

Most of the customers are gentlemen and celebrities, and they all have the dining etiquette that everyone should have.

It's hard to hear loud noises in the restaurant.

Davis' already unhappy mood suddenly became even more irritable.

He turned, pushed the door open, and went straight back into the restaurant.

The noise came from several young men in the field.

Although those men were dressed in suits, their ruffian air was almost visible to the naked eye.

Is he a gangster from a society?
Davis frowned.

The four people in the field were cursing in their seats:

"What the hell, there are flies on your steak!"

"This steak stinks, it stinks!"

"I spent money, but you gave us this kind of stuff. You want to eat us to death!"

“Is this garbage really meant for human consumption?!”

Four people sat at the table, all wearing suits and ties, but their words were particularly vulgar and their eyes were sinister, undoubtedly they were all gangsters.

Some businessmen, foreign couples, and lovers who were originally enjoying their dinner quietly around now put down their knives and forks and turned their heads to look over here curiously.

Davis's face darkened, and he walked over and said with suppressed anger: "Sir, this is not a place for you to cause trouble, please get out!"

On the surface, Davis is a core member of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce and has various titles as a philanthropist. He also runs this Western restaurant in Causeway Bay, so he has some social influence.

Therefore, Davis always pays attention to his personal image in front of others, behaves politely to others, and rarely gets angry.

But privately it’s another matter.

The four gangsters at the table looked at each other.

Davis stood in front of the table, his tall and burly figure was indeed somewhat oppressive.

Their shouting paused for a moment, and they secretly glanced at the big man at another table nearby.

There, Song Ren was enjoying his dinner with his head down.

He brought people here this time because, on the one hand, Davis's Western restaurant was located on his territory, but he stood up yesterday's banquet. On the other hand, this bald foreigner was not only selling goods in this area, but the key point was that this place didn't even accept the payment.

This is a case of neither giving money nor giving face.

In the past, He Shengtu, who was very reserved, was afraid of the foreigners and did not dare to provoke them.

But Song Ren is not so good-tempered.

Even though Causeway Bay has changed its owner, these foreigners are still here in droves.

If you really think you are Zhang Tianzhi’s villain boss, I won’t fight you.

When the four of them saw that the boss didn't say stop, they immediately understood what he meant and said with their necks stiff:
"What? We spent money on it, and we can't tell anyone if there's something wrong with the food?"

"Kick us away? Damn! Do you think foreigners are so great?"

"You can't tell me the steak is rotten!"

Davidson frowned, suppressed the urge to tear these bastards apart, and said in a cold voice: "Do you know where this place is?"

Henchman: "Where is this place? Do you think we have poor directions? This is Causeway Bay!"

Davidson: "Causeway Bay? Humph, I don't know about other places, but here, even people from violent gangs can't cause trouble here!"

Henchman: "You say it's impossible? So what? You're the most powerful person in Causeway Bay?"

Veins on Davidson's forehead throbbed. He waved his hand and pointed at the door. "I'll say this one last time. Society members are not welcome here. Please get out!"

Among the diners nearby, a businessman who had been watching the show for a while echoed: "Those involved in gangs are all bad boys. This is not a place for people like you to enter!"

Following closely, some Chinese diners shouted, "Just because you're wearing a suit, you think you can go in and out of high-end places? You gangsters, I can smell the stench on you from a distance!"

"The boss has spoken, why don't you get out!"

"go out!"

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

The four thugs originally wanted to continue to be tough, but they couldn't even pretend. They were frightened by the repulsive looks and scoldings around them, so they shrank their necks and couldn't help but look at Song Ren.

Davidson finally noticed and looked in the direction where they were looking.

At the next table, Song Ren was chewing the last bite of steak.

Mm, this tastes really good.

Then he stood up, turned over the empty plate, and slammed it on the table.

Bang!
The plate broke into pieces with a loud bang.

The debris was scattered all over the ground.

The noise in the entire restaurant suddenly became silent.

Song Ren turned his head and looked at the Chinese diner who spoke first.

He walked to the other person's table, spat the minced steak in his mouth onto his plate, and stared at him with his dark eyes:

"This thing stinks and can't be eaten. Do you have any objection if I spit it out?"

The Chinese businessman wanted to curse with red eyes, but when he met those straight dark eyes, he suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body. He stammered several times and didn't dare to open his mouth.

Song Ren wiped the oil stains on his suit, then pressed his shoulders and said, "Sit down."

Hua Shang sank down on his seat, not daring to raise his head.

Businessmen like them have seen the world and know who to mess with and who not to mess with.

The look in the other person's eyes just now was so cold, it was as if he was looking at a dead person!
He didn't dare to refute it anymore.

(End of this chapter)