The western restaurant was a famous upscale establishment in the east of Yandu, frequented by successful individuals.
On ordinary days, the patrons would dine quietly, conversing in low voices, as most people who came here were relatively well-mannered.
However, at that moment, no one was sitting at their tables; everyone had gathered around one in particular.
Seated beside that table was a corpulent man with sparse hair that revealed a balding scallop, his belly round and bulging.
He wore a limited-edition Corneliani suit, which, despite its quality, looked incongruous on him, much like a finely dressed monkey.
Moreover, the front of his suit was marked with a conspicuous red wine stain, making it look even more awkward.
Behind the fat man stood four or five men, each with a face full of flesh, obviously not the friendly type.
In front of the obese man was a woman, pinned down on her knees by two men.
