After hesitating for a moment, Ling Chen suppressed his impulse and carefully observed the situation at that table. The five men were dressed very ordinarily, not like wealthy people. Of course, if they were wealthy, they wouldn't come to a place like this to eat. However, judging from their expressions, those men didn't seem to be good people. One of the men even had a few knife scars on his face, looking very ferocious. Among them, he was the quietest while the others were bragging and chatting. He just sat there quietly, drinking his tea.
Moreover, the scar-faced man's gaze occasionally swept around, as if observing the surroundings, showing great caution.
