Lin Chen was not the only one who entered the restaurant; the middle-aged man who had not interacted with others also chose to enter.
Lin Chen exchanged a glance with the man, nodded as a greeting, but the man did not respond and turned his head, heading straight into the dining hall.
The dining hall was large, with many patrons seated, and to Lin Chen's surprise, most of them looked tired and weak, with many even having numerous bloody wounds.
Many were devouring the dishes they had bought, while some had already put down their chopsticks, sat cross-legged, and closed their eyes, seemingly using every moment to heal their injuries.
There were quite a few empty seats in the dining hall, but after scanning the room, Lin Chen walked toward a middle-aged man who looked utterly exhausted.
