Liu Momo hurriedly bowed her head to eat, following whatever Ye Chen said. Even so, she was still worried for Ye Chen. The opponent had twenty or thirty people, and although Chen was skilled, it was hard to fight against so many. Moreover, Chen's build wasn't as solid as theirs. It didn't seem like he was a match at all.
"Damn it, still ignoring us?" The black-faced man was about 1.9 meters tall, with his upper body bare, covered in tattooed dragons and phoenixes. Ordinary people would avoid him, let alone fight him. The black-faced man laughed coldly, swinging an iron rod and smashing the food on the table to pieces. Liu Momo was so frightened she retreated repeatedly, almost getting injured by the ceramic shards.
Crunch!
Ye Chen locked the iron rod with one hand, turned his head to the black-faced man, and said, "This meal is Momo's treat to me, you dare to destroy it?"
