Liu Chen casually lifted a hand, effortlessly pinched a knife blade between two fingers, and then, with a push, the knife-holder suddenly lost his balance. Accompanied by a loud thud, he directly fell to the ground.
Before him was a group of about ten people, each wielding large machetes. Unexpectedly, such weapons were also popular among Korean thugs.
At the front was the waiter from the hotel?!
The waiter, obviously humiliated by Liu Chen in public and unable to swallow his pride, had, in a fit of anger, gathered a bunch of brothers from somewhere to take his revenge.
The waiter glared at Liu Chen with gritted teeth, continuously waving the large machete and shouted while lifting the machete, pointing the tip towards Liu Chen:
"Brothers, this is the man," the waiter said, sticking out his large nose, his oily face even more disgusting under the dim light: "Beat him to death!"
