Liu Momo hastily lowered her head to eat, doing whatever Ye Chen told her. However, she still worried about Ye Chen since the opponents numbered around twenty to thirty. Although Brother Chen was skilled, he was outnumbered and his build was not as sturdy as theirs. It seemed he wasn't the opponent for them.
"Damn, you're ignoring us now?" A dark-faced man stood 1.9 meters tall, his upper body bare, with a large, dynamic tattoo. Ordinary people would retreat three paces when they saw him, not to mention fight him. The dark-faced man sneered coldly and smashed the food on the table with his iron club. Liu Momo retreated in fear, barely avoiding being hit by the flying ceramic shards.
Crack!
Ye Chen gripped the dark-faced man's iron club with one hand, turned his head, and said, "Momo is treating me to this meal, how dare you ruin it?"
