Night, Lin Fei and Su Qinglan were in the snack street.
Originally, when the two of them had just arrived, the snack street was bustling and crowded. Suddenly, a group of more than ten young men carrying weapons and covered in various tattoos appeared, making the place instantly quiet.
A bit further away, it was still okay, but the barbecue stall where Lin Fei and Su Qinglan were located could be described as deserted. Even the owner of the barbecue stall kept a distance, neglecting his stall as if afraid of being involved.
The snack street was always a mix of all sorts of people. To some extent, it could even be called a synonym for disorder. Fights and brawls were common, and people would usually stay far away when they occurred.
This situation was not surprising.
