Zhao Tiezhu tilted his head and glanced over, locking his eyes on Gao Chengxi in the crowd.
Gao Chengxi was swaying his arms casually, standing behind the crowd, yet looking extremely arrogant as he ordered a group of people holding clubs to charge into the Western restaurant.
How could the restaurant's waiters and manager dare to stop them? They cowered behind the counter, trembling.
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