A group of people approached aggressively. Zhao Dong, who was sipping his drink, looked up and narrowed his eyes.
These men were clearly trouble, and from the looks of it, they were probably coming for him and Lin Qingyun.
Still, Zhao Dong paid them no mind and continued to drink by himself.
Huo Shan and his crew arrived, gave Zhao Dong a chilling look, then scoffed. They kicked the booth next to them and cursed, "Everyone, get the fuck out! We're taking this spot!"
The booth was occupied by a few young men and their dates, who went pale with fear at the sight of Huo Shan's gang.
With the girls there, one of the young men couldn't stand the humiliation and said, forcing himself to be brave, "By what right? This... this is our booth!"
"By what right?" Huo Shan sneered, suddenly grabbing the young man by the neck and slapping him across the face several times.
Compared to Huo Shan, the young men looked like skinny dogs next to a black bear.
