The security guard glared at Ling Feng, "Kid, don't cause trouble!"
"You all don't recognize me?"
Ling Feng was a bit puzzled, let out a wry smile and asked.
"I don't care who you are, eating requires payment, that's only natural!" the security guard said.
"What if the food's not good?" Ling Feng asked.
"Who says it's not good? Be careful or I'll sue you for slander!"
A cold voice came, and Ling Feng turned to see a fat man speaking.
This fat man was probably around three hundred pounds, and as he walked, his belly wobbled side to side.
Seeing the two sagging jowls hanging from his face, Ling Feng asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm the seventh generation heir of this roast duck shop, Sun Daguo!" the fat man said.
Ling Feng looked at his greasy face and felt inexplicably disgusted.
However, he still nodded and said, "Well, I just said your roast duck isn't good, so what?"
"That's malicious defamation, I have the right to sue you!" Sun Daguo said.
