Lin Tian was utterly dumbfounded by Zhou Botong's words, thinking he was capable of putting up a fight, but it turned out his level was only good for group brawls.
"Don't act rashly later on, let's see how things go first," Lin Tian wasn't worried about himself, but concerned that Zhou Botong might impulsively rush into danger.
As the two were speaking, the dozen or so thugs across from them suddenly split to two sides. A man looking like a boss came forward from behind with his arm in a sling around his neck—it was the fat man who had been shopping for lingerie with his mistress.
"I knew it was you!" Zhou Botong casually glanced at him and said, "Spit it out. What's the big deal about summoning us here?"
"Young man, you should watch your tone when you're out and about," the fat boss spoke more normally without the mistress present and pointed at Lin Tian, saying, "He's the one I want to talk to, you can leave."
