Meanwhile, inside the restaurant, Lin Feng continued eating with calm composure, utterly unfazed by the lingering tension.
The air around him seemed to press down on the gang members like a tangible force, keeping their nerves taut and their pride in check.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of silent fear, one of the thirty-six Iron Rat Gang members summoned the courage to speak.
"Shouldn't we report this to the boss?" a man stammered, his voice tight with anxiety.
Beads of sweat formed along his temple, and his hands trembled uncontrollably as he stole nervous glances at Lin Feng.
Another gang member barked sharply, trying to assert some authority over the situation, though his own fear betrayed him.
"I agree! He's the one who fancies Ling Lan, isn't he? Then he should be the one to deal with Lin Feng… kick him out of here!"
A third member, younger and visibly more nervous, quickly raised his hand.
