More than a dozen rocket projectiles enveloped the convoy completely.
Blinding fire burst forth, flames rolling violently.
Five cars were simply blasted into the sky.
The massive shockwave shattered the glass of the surrounding buildings; even "Glowing Culinary Pavilion" suffered the impact.
Waiters and chefs turned pale, their faces a picture of shock and panic.
Clearly, they had never experienced anything like this.
At this moment, a man who appeared to be a manager calmly stepped forward.
"Soothe the guests."
"Call the police."
This man, in his forties, was neatly dressed with a band-like accessory on his head.
No, not a bandage for treatment.
It was the sort of headband chefs wear to prevent hair from falling out.
After the popularity of chef hats, such headbands had disappeared.
Especially in the Silver District area, where chef hats were rapidly adopted.
This ancient Eastern head attire had long been considered outdated by most chefs.
