The foreman kneeled on the ground, covering his mouth full of blood and stuttered, "You, do you know who opened this place?"

Jing Wumeng leaned his face up to him: "I don't know who opened it. I just know that if you don't cooperate with me, I will peel off your face."

The foreman looked at Jing Wu's face and cold eyes and was so scared that he trembled all over. He grabbed the walkie-phone on his body and shouted: "Is Tsar One's dinner ready?... Deliver to the private room No. 7 first."

After a while, a knock came from outside the door.

"Who?" Jing Wuming asked.

"Hello, waiter, delivery."

"Say it again!"

"Hello, waiter, deliver the meal." The person outside said with a raised voice.

Jing Wumeng opened the door, and a young man in uniform walked in with a dinner plate. He was stunned when he saw the foreman kneeling on the ground. Jing Wumeng cut his neck with a hand knife from behind.

With a "click", the young man's neck was immediately cut off and he threw himself forward.

Jing Wumeng took the meal plate from his hand and kicked the door backwards.

Just two seconds from the waiter entering the door to falling to the ground, Jing Wumeng completed the whole set of movements in one go. Even Prasad had to sigh that his skill was so neat. The foreman was so scared that he collapsed on the ground, unable to make a sound.

Jing Wumeng put the dining plate on the table, turned the waiter over and faced it up, bent down to observe his face carefully, and touched his face with his hand.

After touching it, I took out a mini recorder from my pocket with my right hand, pressed the button, and the waiter's voice repeatedly sounded in the room:

"Hello, waiter, delivery."

"Hello, waiter, delivery."

"Hello, waiter, delivery."

...

Jing Wumeng followed the sound of the tape recorder and kept repeating these words in a low voice:

"Hello, waiter, delivery."

After repeating it for more than ten times, the sound in his throat was exactly the same as the waiter's voice. Prasad and the foreman were both stunned.

Jing Wumeng nodded with satisfaction and put the recorder back in her pocket, took out a tool bag from her arms and placed it next to the waiter's head.
Chapter completed!