At the head of the group was a big man with a hideous scar on his face that looked exceptionally scary.
With a dozen men, he surged into the breakfast parlor with great strides.
The guests of the breakfast store were trembling in fear, seemingly recognizing someone, and all of them, except for Ye Wentian, took the opportunity to slip away.
"Kong?"
Zhong Xingfa's face went white when he saw him, "Brother g**g, didn't I just pay the management fee? How did you ... again?"
"Management fee? Oh, this time it's not about management fees, ask your daughter yourself what's going on!"
Scarface, who was called g**g, sat down on his butt and nonchalantly took two buns and started eating them in a leisurely manner.
Mr. and Mrs. Zhong Xingfa looked at Zhong Xiaohui.
"Brother g**g, I'll pay back
