A group of seven or eight young men headed over to the dining table where Lin Tian, Shi Mowan, and three others were seated.
Their hair wasn't dyed in every color of the rainbow, then they had armfuls of dragon tattoos.
Almost all of them wore plaid shirts, earrings, and gold necklaces—all with an air of slickness.
The leader was a man in his thirties, wearing a black and white plaid shirt. He was tall, had a buzz cut, and although quite handsome, he exuded an incredible sense of might and fury.
As he approached, anger flared in his eyes. His gaze swept over Lin Tian and Ying Xiuyun, finally settling on Shi Mowan with a cold sneer, "I've invited you out several times, Shi Mowan, and you've rejected me in every possible way. I've tolerated it, but today you said you were busy, yet here you are dining out, not giving me any face?"
"Huang Lun, watch your language! I have no relations with you, why should I have a meal with you?"