Seeing Yu He's aggressive manner, she could not help frowning and asking, "Who are you? What are you doing?"
"Me? What do you expect me to do? Damn it, you know this seat was reserved specifically for me. Get the hell out of here!" He Lin cursed without regard for his image, then glanced at the pot of tea on the table. He could not help but sneer. "Two pathetic people your age should just have your tea here and leave."
"Don't get worked up, Mr. He Lin..." At that moment, Song Lingzi walked over and spoke soothingly to Nohara Rin. Then he looked at Mirai and Rock Lee and said, "Gentlemen, this is his seat. Could you move somewhere else?"
When Rock Lee heard Pain Ziling's words, she trembled with rage. But when she remembered what Mirai had said earlier, she could not help swallowing and tried to compromise, keeping a low profile.
"Hehe, you two weak outsiders, get out. I hope you know what's good for you!" Nohara Rin and Rock Lee both trembled. Thinking she was afraid, he could not help laughing even harder. He loved this feeling.
"Oh? What if I don't want to?" When Mirai looked up at He Lin, he always felt that the man seemed familiar. After watching the boss for a while, he remembered that this He Lin was one of the wealthy tea merchants he had encountered during his mission to the tea country. Seeing this rich merchant, who had been scared out of his wits upon hearing news of the Blood Gate, now throwing his weight around in front of him, he did not find it particularly unpleasant.
"Hehe..." Nohara Rin did not say anything, but the samurai bodyguard behind him stood up and cracked his knuckles with a series