A coarse voice, filled with malice, reached Lin Xiao's ears.
Lin Xiao set down his wine glass. He lifted his head slowly and glanced at the man.
Before him stood a young man in his twenties. He was exceptionally ugly, his face riddled with pimples, and his attire was absurdly ostentatious. He looked like he wanted to wear every brand logo he owned. Trailing behind him were five or six slovenly-looking cronies. Based on their clothes, they were all unmistakably spoiled second-generation heirs.
As Lin Xiao sized up the group, their leader's gaze fell upon him. The moment their eyes met, the young man curled his lip in disdain.
"Fuck, are beggars making this much money now? Daring to dine at Junting!"
Hearing this, a chilling glint flashed in Bei Kuang's eyes. His fists clenched instantly, and his body tensed, like a predator poised to strike.
Lin Xiao shot him a look, telling him to remain calm.
