Xu Lin was quietly sitting at a corner table, having his meal.
His appearance was utterly deceptive. That young, handsome face made him look like he was just a little over twenty. His fair skin emitted a warm glow, and his features were as exquisitely carved as a fine work of art. A crop of short, raven-black hair looked neat and crisp, and a subtle, restrained heroic spirit emanated from between his sword-like brows and starry eyes. Combined with his classic Oriental face and a temperament as gentle as jade, it was only natural that people would easily mistake him for someone easy to bully. After all, in this era, most Orientals belonged to the exploited class; in the eyes of many, they seemed to represent weakness and vulnerability.
At this moment, several drunken youths were swaying as they made their way through the restaurant. Their faces were flushed bright red from alcohol, and their eyes held a dazed, reckless look.
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