Lin Chen stared at him for a moment, still smiling: "You're just broke, but I'm in debt to the bank, sir. Small business, no credit allowed."
The man's expression turned fierce upon seeing Lin Chen's stubbornness. He clenched his fist and slammed it onto the vehicle, roaring, "I said give me beef! Hurry up!!"
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Blocked by the crowd, Lucas was at the back of the line, introducing the Great Xia culinary culture to the diners, unaware of the commotion happening here.
Hearing the loud bang on the truck, he realized something was wrong and quickly rushed to the food truck window.
The surrounding crowd backed away several meters, fearing being involved, and some customers even tried persuading Lin Chen.
"Boss, sometimes it's better to avoid trouble. Just make him a portion."
"Safety first, don't argue with a homeless person."
The homeless man's eyes gleamed with triumph as he glanced at the diners, but when he turned back to speak, a chill ran down his neck.
He looked down.
