It’s Chicken Wings’ Fault!

"Son of a bitch! You really want to die young, don't you?! How dare you speak to me this way?!" The punk with purple hair slammed on the table and stared at Chen angrily.

"Chen, it's alright. Just give it to them. It's not worth the trouble." Lan frowned and said.

"Just three punks. It won't be any trouble at all."

Chen smiled and said, "Those are the barbequed chicken wings that you like so much. I will not let others take it away from you!"

Lan heard those words and bit her lower lip emotionally. She was touched by Chen's gesture.

"Boss, just bring the chicken wings here! Bro Bei will cover for you if anything happens to you!" Jing Fei stood up slowly and said coldly. He might be looking like a loyal pet in front of Chen, but, to others, he was an elite! His body was at latter phase of training. Also, his combat power was one thousand! A powerful aura was being emitted from his body. He was definitely ten folds stronger than those three punks.