Chapter 702

"If you don't have money, why run a restaurant on my turf? Do you have a death wish?" Sal shouted.

His kick would have left the owner in pain for days.

At that moment, a diner suddenly stood up and positioned himself between Sal and the owner, blocking the kick. The diner was none other than Chase.

"Hey, how much is the bill?" Chase asked.

He arrived at Capital City a day ago but was in no rush to look for Gareth. Instead, he wanted to learn about the local customs, which led him to this small restaurant.

He had not expected to encounter such a situation during a simple meal. Chase ultimately intervened with the intention of resolving the conflict peacefully.

Sal was shocked that his kick had been blocked by someone who appeared out of nowhere. Not only was his kick stopped, but the numbness in his leg indicated that this person was no ordinary man.

However, Sal remained defiant, thinking he had the advantage of numbers.

As expected, a green-haired youth in Sal's group shouted