East Street, Goldstone Edge Antique Shop.
The shop was large, but most of the space was occupied by cabinets storing various antiques, making the passageway rather cramped for the eight or nine men in black T-shirts crowded at the entrance.
As everyone knows,
in an open area, ten people ganging up on one can swarm and attack from all sides.
In a relatively narrow space like this, however, it's not so easy to throw punches and kicks.
Lin Chuan's gaze swept over the ten knife-wielding men in front of him; he used one hand to undo the buttons of his white shirt, his face wearing an inexplicably excited smile.
At this moment,
Inside and outside the shop, a tense atmosphere was thick in the air.
In the tea room, Little Landlady's heart was pounding rapidly, she poked her head out, her eyes already reddened, looking at Lin Chuan with full concern.