"Crash—" With that sound,
the red-haired youth flipped the table over and shouted angrily from his throat, "Old man, either cough up thirty thousand bucks right now and never set up your stall here again, or pay two thousand a month in protection money so you can stay here unharmed, or choose the third option, where we send your old bones to meet the King of Hell for free."
As the red-haired youth overturned the table, a bowl of wontons that was on it was also knocked over. Chenfeng had only taken two bites of those wontons! The previously good mood was completely ruined by these five bastards.
"Kid, didn't you see we're busy? Get lost right now," the red-haired youth yelled at Chenfeng, who was sitting on the chair, seemingly indifferent.
Chenfeng's mouth curled up slightly as he stood up from the chair, his dark eyes fixed on the red-haired youth as he said coldly, "I sure won't be getting lost. How about you roll away first and show me how it's done?"
