"Get lost."
"Damn it, this lousy story, I told you not to tell it, but you won't stop."
Xing Jinglong scolded loudly, glaring at Lin Zheyu and the others, eyes full of provocation.
"Xing, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to cause trouble on the Feihong Gang's territory?"
Unable to hold back, Jia Yanrong slammed the table and shouted angrily.
"I paid to hear the story, can't I complain if it's bad?" Xing Jinglong said.
"Mr. Xing, your behavior is quite excessive. If you don't like the story, just don't listen. Why cause trouble?" Lin Zheyu stood up and said.
"I'm provoking you, so what?"
"Want to fight?"
Xing Jinglong challenged, and his companions stood up as well.
Lin Zheyu restrained the impulsive Jia Yanrong, saying, "Let's not fight. As a son of the Xing family, publicly provoking a fight would be quite disgraceful for you."
Xing Jinglong: "???"
Xing Jinglong's face turned dark. To hell with disgrace, I'm just a collateral descendant of the Xing family.
