"Where are you going, Mr. Fortune-teller?" Lin yelled out, as he stared at the big guy. "Don't tell me you're thinking of running away?"
"Protect the boss! Hurry!" The rest of the thugs immediately jumped in front of the big guy, in an attempt to shield him from Lin. The five guys who were standing outside and keeping guard seemed to have realized that things were looking bad for them, so they too entered the diner to provide support. The thugs sprang back and apart into a wide defensive semicircle and crouched, weapons ready, as Lin just glanced at them arrogantly, with a calm sinister smile on his face.
The big guy's eyes were bloodshot, and his entire body was shivering.
"I know you still have some tricks up your sleeves. Kill him, kill him, kill him!" The big guy shouted maniacally as he addressed his henchmen.