Chapter 593 You're Asking For Death!

The waiter let out a scream of pain, causing other diners to look over in surprise. Christopher Lawson, wearing a nonchalant expression, glanced at the onlookers and released his grip on the waiter's hand. The waiter's hand had been twisted into an unnatural angle, which would have crippled an ordinary person. However, the waiter roared in anger and forcefully twisted his injured hand back into place. Christopher Lawson was impressed by the waiter's resilience. "Not bad, it seems you're a physical enhancement type esper. Your abilities are well-suited for the battlefield," he remarked. The waiter, enduring the intense pain, coldly stared at Christopher Lawson without uttering a word.