"Long Ge, it was just these two guys who beat us."
"Right, it was them."
The two men from earlier walked in, flanking a young man with a scar from a knife wound on his forehead, followed by a dozen more. The small restaurant instantly filled with people, causing the patrons to recognize things were turning sour. Abandoning their meals, they rushed out to avoid trouble.
"Hey, they haven't paid yet."
"The bill, please."
The waitstaff were anxiously shouting. Some tables had their food freshly served, others were nearly done, but now everyone had fled without paying. Today was a loss, but shouting was useless, as no one was listening. In a few seconds, only Su Weifeng and Long Ge's entourage remained in the place.
"Which turf do you run, brother? I am Wang Long from the West Street, and the brothers on the road give me face by calling me Long Ge. Today, you beat up two of my brothers, don't you think you owe me an explanation?"
