These three men, the ones on the left and right appeared to be subordinates, while the man in the middle, muscular and with a prominent scar on his face.
His body radiated a dense evil qi, suggesting he was the sort to lick his wounds after a battle.
At that moment, Xu Zimei and his company were having their meal when the scar-faced man walked straight to Xu Zimei's table, picked up a chicken leg from the bowl, and started gnawing on it without a word.
"Who are you, didn't you see this is our food?" Xiao Guizi stood up and said fiercely.
The scar-faced man glanced sidewards at Xiao Guizi and with a right hand surging with spiritual energy, he slammed his palm onto the table in front of him.
Instantly, the table splintered into pieces, and all the food toppled to the ground.
"Who is this person, acting so arrogantly?" questioned a diner eating nearby.
