The barbecue stall owners fear one thing above all: someone getting drunk, starting a fight, and causing a scene. And if someone gets seriously injured and ends up in hospital, it can be a big headache.
"No one's dead, just passed out from drinking too much. Don't believe me? Come over and see for yourself!"
Lin Baici kicked the shoulder of the man lying next to his right foot.
Squatting beside the two men, who were out cold, Gu Qingxiang checked them over and, finding they were indeed okay, breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're all still young. Win a fight, and you'll end up in jail; lose, and you're in the hospital. What's the point?"
The vendor felt like crying but had no tears.
He was actually very grateful to Lin Baici. If it weren't for his knocking out two guys with one punch and intimidating both groups, that big guy—given his nature—would have definitely caused enough trouble to split heads and draw blood.
But now the concern was whether the two knocked out were alright.
