Just then, the door of the restaurant was suddenly kicked open, and a figure rushed in.
Seeing someone charge in, the gangsters were taken aback at first but relaxed when they saw it was just a little boy.
"Lin Chen." Seeing the figure that appeared, Zhao Xiaowen's heart leaped with joy.
Lin Chen stood at the doorway, his gaze carrying a bit of a cold edge.
"Damn it, where did this little brat come from, get lost," Da Fei said viciously.
The rage in Lin Chen's eyes surged as he stepped toward the gangsters.
"Take your filthy hands off Xiaowen," Lin Chen said coldly as he walked.
"Come on, what are you trying to pull, kid, think you're some kind of martial arts master?"
"Haha, trying to play the hero to save the beauty, you should take a good look at yourself in the mirror."
"Old three, don't you love smashing people's rears? I think this young lad isn't bad."
The gangsters laughed and jeered, not taking Lin Chen seriously at all.
