Han Can's mood was the worst. He used to be respected wherever he went, but today, he had been taken down by some brat, which naturally left him unwilling to let it go.
"Boss, are we just going to let this go? Don't we have any other way to deal with that chef?" Brother Bao rubbed the bruise on his face, hissing in pain as he snarled.
"Let it go my ass! I've already called our backer in the city, and he is on his way here. Once he arrives, we will take care of that arrogant chef properly!" Han Can clenched his fists and said with a stern face.
"Damn, it really hurts!" Er Pang tried to stretch lazily, but accidentally aggravated his back injury, grimacing in pain. Still hopeful, he asked, "Brother Can, I heard your backer is a tough guy. As long as it's in Ming City, no one dares to disobey him. Later, can you introduce us?"
