"So what if he's from out of town?"
Lin Mo's gaze shifted, speaking in a calm and indifferent tone.
"So what?"
Young Master Zhu smirked coldly, pointing at the departing customers and spoke arrogantly,
"Kid, are you blind? It's not just you outsiders, even locals stay well clear of me, Zhu Yinglong."
"Now, I've booked this whole restaurant. If you know what's good for you, get lost now!"
Lin Mo frowned slightly, "The same goes for you; get as far away from me as you can before I lose my temper."
"HAHAHA..."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yinglong threw back his head and laughed wildly, full of contempt, "Boy, you clearly have no idea what kind of figure Zhu Yinglong is in Shanghai!"
"You talk too much crap, bother me again, and don't blame me for not being polite," Lin Mo said in an indifferent tone.
Hiss!
At those words, the customers who had originally planned to leave all stopped in their tracks.
This was their first time seeing someone talk back to Zhu Yinglong so boldly.