He smirked a dagger hidden in his smile, his lips twisted in sarcasm, "What, now that you've gained some clout, I'm not worthy enough to sit at the same table as you, you little shit."
"Step back."
"If anything happens to Shen Dong, your entire family's headed to the crematorium!"
"Yo!" Zhang Feng shook his hand, tilting his head to look at Shen Dong, "The real deal, huh? Trained to bark on command?"
It's fortune, not disaster.
Shen Dong knew he couldn't avoid today's trouble and, bearing the pain in his body, raised a hand, "Thanks everyone, I'll treat you to a meal another day, let's disperse..."
"That's more like it." Zhang Feng said with a smile, glancing at the retreating crowd slantwise.
He felt like a once-respected hero now scorned by dogs, his hand gripping the iron skewer suddenly stabbed forward, "Making such a big scene over a meal, do you really think you're some kind of boss? Huh?"
