Another man spat on the floor.
"So what if he's strong? Don't you remember who we are? We're the Iron Rat Gang! And our boss doesn't want anyone eating here!"
Several of the men laughed, their voices low and ugly.
"He's just a dumb Body Refining Realm cultivator! Aren't we all in the same realm? And besides, our boss is at the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm. He won't dare touch us on our turf!"
"That's right. This place belongs to us."
"No one eats here without our permission."
"Especially not some random teacher."
The air inside the restaurant grew heavy, thick with pressure and hostility.
Even the steam rising from the kitchen seemed to slow, as if the room itself was holding its breath.
Ling Lan peeked through the curtain, her face pale.
Her hands shook as she clutched the counter, fear tightening her chest.
She looked at Lin Feng.
He was still eating.
Calmly.
Unhurriedly.
As if thirty armed thugs surrounding him was nothing more than background noise.
