Scarface really wanted to fly into a rage, but after weighing the pros and cons, he decisively backed down.
His side was full of sick and disabled people, their combat strength having plummeted countless times lower than normal. If a real fight broke out, very few could even join in. Most of them would have a hard time even cheering from the sidelines.
In contrast, the lineup at the BBQ restaurant—from the owner and the cook to the dishwashing auntie and the busboy—were all burly and thick-waisted. Normally, his crew wouldn't be afraid of them, but now, they probably couldn't even take a single slap!
Scarface could only swallow his anger, pulling another wad of cash from his pocket and handing it to the owner.
The owner counted the money, stuffed it in his pocket, then glared and barked, "All of you, get the hell out! And don't you dare come back here to run your scams again!"
Scarface was fuming with frustration.
