He took another bite, savoring the taste before he smiled and said, "The food is really good. Don't just stand there. I see a guitar over there. It's yours, isn't it? Why don't you play a few songs for us?"
The young man stood still in anger, hugging his child tightly.
"Sigh."
Scar Dog let out a light sigh, put down his chopsticks, stretched his muscles a bit before reaching into his shirt, saying, "Your way of communicating is really hard to get used to."
The next second——
Scar Dog pulled out a hand cannon from his shirt, pointed the barrel directly at that man, and said calmly, "I told you to play a few songs, did you get that?"
The man gasped, breathing heavily, felt the gentle squeeze of his wife on his arm, suppressed his anger, and reluctantly walked to the guitar. Sitting down, he took up the guitar and began to play with gritted teeth.
"That's more like it."
