Three or four yellow-haired gangsters swaggered into this world full of fireworks. The leader, Scarface, had a face full of flesh and blood. A ferocious scar on his face made him even more ferocious. His eyes were sinister, giving off a terrifying light. He walked closer and kicked over the stool next to him. The stool rubbed against the ground, making a sharp and piercing sound, instantly breaking the original noise of the barbecue stall. The diners were so frightened by this sudden turn of events that many of them almost dropped their chopsticks. "I heard you've made a lot of money recently? Brothers, money is tight, please pay some protection money!" The scarred face squinted, with a sly smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. His gaze was like a hungry wolf staring at its prey, staring straight at Lin Yue's friend, almost making him laugh.
