"Make way, make way! Don't you see our young master has arrived?"
"Damn, why are there so many people queuing up here? It's just a barbecue; what's there to feast on!"
"I'm fed up; people at the front, spread out! What? You have to queue to eat? I'm not here to eat; I'm here to find someone!"
The crowd queuing up suddenly became noisy as more than thirty people forcefully made their way through, looking around for the person they were seeking.
When they saw Song Yun, the man leading them glanced at his phone, compared the photos to make sure it was the right person, and strode over with his group.
"Are you the one who beat up Tang in the afternoon?"
The man grabbed a stool, sat beside Song Yun, lifted a bottle of beer, gulped it down in two swigs, belched contentedly, and said, "It's fine that you beat him, but you crossed a line by messing with our young master!"
"Who's your young master?"
