When Xu Xiangbei cursed Lu Lin for being cheap, no one thought it was unreasonable. Even Lu Lin's companions felt Lu Lin was just fighting for Xu Xiangbei's leftovers, and it was truly disgraceful.
Lu Lin felt a silent indignation rising in his heart, but looking at Xu Xiangbei's sharp eyes and recalling his swift and uncatchable movements, he held back his raised hand, knowing Xu Xiangbei was not someone to be provoked. He was definitely not his match.
He didn't dare linger, wiped the fresh blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, endured the pain, and said to his companions, "Let's go."
Xu Xiangbei, however, stopped him, "Wait a minute, you just want to leave after snatching my leftovers? You're being quite bold, aren't you?"
Who snatches someone else's leftovers? Wanting to add a crime where there is none, Lu Lin swallowed his anger and said, "What do you want?"
