At the door, a man in a vest stood in the middle of the barbecue stall. He was muscular and had a long scar on the corner of his face. He looked fierce and aggressive.
Behind him, more than twenty people rushed down from several black vans. They were all stocky with unkind faces. The iron sticks and machetes in their hands made the peaceful atmosphere depressing.
As soon as the man spoke.
all the people in front of the barbecue stall looked over.
When they saw the man's face, their expressions suddenly changed.
"Mr. Wolf..." Someone in the crowd recognized his true identity. He was so scared that his face turned pale. He got up in a hurry and ran away before he could pack up the rest of the food.
"Mr. Wolf? Could he be the boss of the Black Rose Bar?"
"Who is it? Who is Mr. Wolf? Do you know him?"