Lin Feng looked back to see three short-haired men wearing large gold necklaces. Each held a plate of buffet food and was laughing suggestively while surveying the beauties at Lin Feng's table.
"What are you looking at, punk? Looking for a beating, huh? Scram and find another seat!" A man with an azure dragon tattoo on his arm glared fiercely at Lin Feng, snarling with a grim expression.
The buffet in the Water Ling Long restaurant had no assigned seating; guests chose their own spots. The table Lin Feng was at could seat about eight people. If the three men had simply wanted to share, it would have been a bit cramped but manageable. However, their insolence instantly ignited Lin Feng's anger.
People who dared to speak so arrogantly to the White Wolf King were truly few and far between!
Lin Feng frowned, about to drive the three away, when he suddenly heard Xu Jing speak.
