Zhang Shaowen also looked toward the entrance, scrambling to his feet to call out to the newcomer. "Brother Long! Over here!"
Lei Long spotted him and immediately strode over with his men, radiating a murderous aura.
Someone in the restaurant recognized him and gasped, "My God, isn't that Lei Long from Qingyu Hall? What's a man like him doing here?"
"It's over. The young man who started this is going to be chopped up and fed to the fish. He must have a death wish, offending Lei Long."
"What a pity. Kids these days are so reckless. He picked a fight with the wrong person and doesn't even know it."
The crowd buzzed, looking at Zhao Dong with pity. Zhao Dong, however, remained seated calmly, his expression unchanged.
Why isn't he scared? Ding Lan was deeply surprised.
Soon, Lei Long arrived. Zhang Shaowen scurried to his side, bowing and scraping. "Brother Long! It was that bastard who hit me! You have to stand up for me today!"
