The group quickly left the private room. Aside from Sophie Su, none of these people were pushovers—if they really wanted to cause trouble, any one of them could tear this whole restaurant apart.
But Jason Lin had his pride. In his eyes, this was a minor issue—no need for Ryan Ling or the others to step in. If he couldn’t handle even this, he’d have no business being Axe Club’s top boss.
Just as Jason was arguing with the cashier, the restaurant boss—a thug with a face full of scars—swaggered out. Clearly, he hadn’t figured out who we were. He barked, “Nope! This meal costs 880,000 yuan. If you’re short even a penny, none of you are leaving!”
As soon as the boss finished, seven or eight goons came down from the second floor, blocking the door. Each one had a long knife, looking ready to kill.
“Wow, I never thought Peachvale County would produce psychos like you. You’re just straight-up robbing people now?” Jason Lin had been furious a moment ago, but now he was grinning.
Ryan Ling could tell—when Jason Lin acted like this, it meant he was truly pissed off.
But the restaurant boss just got bolder, pulling out an iron rod and sneering, “That’s right, I’m robbing you. So what? Do you know who owns this place? You come here, you pay up—especially since you guys don’t look broke!”
The boss had clearly picked his targets. He glanced at the hulking Hummer outside and seemed to have made up his mind the moment Ryan Ling and the others walked in.
No one said a word. Frank Qin and Warren Yuan just smirked coldly. Sure, the scene looked intense, but for them, this was nothing—they didn’t even bother to act. Even Sophie Su looked unimpressed; after surviving the chaos at Harbor City High, these backwoods thugs were laughable.
Jason Lin burst out laughing. The boss froze, gripping his iron rod even tighter.