Scarface looked at Lin Chen, his face turned cold.
"Kid, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, or you'll regret it." Scarface said with a cold gaze.
"Regret? Sorry, I never know what regret means." Lin Chen smiled faintly.
As he spoke, Lin Chen walked step by step toward Scarface.
Watching Lin Chen approach, Scarface's face became increasingly grim.
At this moment, the sound of screeching brakes suddenly came from the entrance, and seven or eight vans stopped at the restaurant's door.
The van doors opened, and dozens of men of different ethnicities rushed out.
The group of men stormed into the hall.
In an instant, the whole hall was filled with people.
These people dressed in a flashy style, they were clearly gangsters.
Upon seeing the people rush in, the panic on Scarface's face vanished immediately.
A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
