"Lin, I don't want to fight you today. If you know what's good for you, you'd better take your men and get lost, or don't blame me for not being polite!"
Zhang Hu, feeling triumphant, yelled at Lin Yong. He had thought this Mr. Lin was too high and mighty to fight over things with others. But now, wasn't he leading his clan to take over the newly set-up porridge booth?
Earlier, Zhang Hu received a message from his lackey that a new porridge booth was set up in the camp. Lin Yong had taken over the new booth with his people. Zhang Hu had always been irritated by Lin Yong, and this time he was even more determined to snatch the new porridge booth from Lin Yong's hands.
Lin Yong gave him a cold look and, too lazy to waste words, waved his right hand and commanded, "Fight!"
