Not Even a Hundred Deaths Would Suffice

The car suddenly stopped in front of a restaurant's entrance. Hua Shengnan and Lin Hua pushed open the car door and walked out.

Lin Hua felt a sense of familiarity when he looked at the dining hall in front of him. He seemed to have been here before.

"Come in, I've already ordered."

Hua Shengnan quickly entered the dining hall and Lin Hua followed closely behind.

"This restaurant was previously Lee Tianhou's, but now that I have taken over, what do you think of the environment?"

Hua Shengnan raised his eyebrows proudly, as if he was showing off the results.

"You said that this place belongs to Lee Tianhou?"

Lin Hua who had just eaten the food, suddenly vomited.

Picking up the water on the table, Lin Hua rinsed his mouth a few times before stopping.

"What's wrong with you?" "Is the food not to your liking?"

Hua Shengnan put down his chopsticks, and looked at the weird man in front of him.