"You..." Thomas was taken aback. He clearly didn't expect this guy in front of him to speak so shockingly.
"It's just a meal, isn't it? What? Are you trying to scare me by booking the whole place? Is having money so impressive? Didn't your parents teach you that people are still people even if they don't have money?"
Lin Zifeng cursed again, ignoring Thomas's green face, and forced his way inside.
"Kick this lunatic out for me!"
Thomas was furious. Being scolded by such a minor character left anyone feeling unpleasant. At that moment, he had an urge to crush Lin Zifeng to death.
"Crash—"
A group of security guards quickly surrounded him from the back of the restaurant, holding batons, ready to kick Lin Zifeng out.
"Hey, hey, hey. We're all civilized people here, no fists, no fighting. If there's any injury or trouble, don't blame me, alright?" Lin Zifeng raised his hand, asking them to stop this foolish action.
