The chair made a perfect arc and successfully hit the scar-faced man, knocking him to the ground.
Chef Li was stunned that Zhang Dadan actually dared to make a move. With so many people holding kitchen knives, was he not scared at all?
All the disciples, who were chefs and had never been involved in any fights, were a bit shaky seeing this scene and started to slowly back off.
Zhou Yong couldn't help but snort lightly and taunt, "A bunch of cowards, pretending to be tough? Go back home and suckle at your mother's teat!"
"Zhou Yong! What are you doing? Don't provoke them any further!" Bai Jie scolded quickly, fearing that these people might really join the fray.
But Chef Li, a man of immense vanity, felt humiliated by Zhou Yong's mockery and couldn't calm down. He shouted angrily at his disciples, "There are so many of us, what are we afraid of? Get them for me!"
However, his disciples still hesitated, looking at the scar-faced man lying on the ground, feeling anxious.
