"Lin Feng, Zhuang Bifan called his friends over! They're here to beat you up! You need to run!"
Seeing Zhuang Bifan and his men barge in, Liu Fei'er paled and pushed Lin Feng, urging him to flee.
"Run away?"
Lin Feng remained seated, not moving an inch. "The words 'run away' don't exist in my dictionary," he stated. "I'm actually curious to see just how much of a show-off this poser can be."
The people in the restaurant, witnessing the commotion, were too scared to speak.
Upon entering, Zhuang Bifan's group headed straight for Lin Feng and Liu Fei'er, surrounding them without a word.
Liu Fei'er was so terrified she lost all color, not knowing what to do.
Lin Feng, however, seemed relaxed as he continued eating, as if nothing were amiss.
"Bro, you hit me earlier. Do you realize the consequences now?" the poser sneered, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he stood before Lin Feng, glaring.
Lin Feng continued to ignore him, focusing on his meal.
