The atmosphere inside and outside the bar was oppressively tense.
Zhuang Haotian brought a few bodyguards with him, and he had his men seal off all the passageways to the bar, trapping Hong Qing's men outside. Then he and Song Bo shouted out to them from a distance.
"Brother Hong, it's Zhuang Haotian! Today's incident is absolutely a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding! Please, Brother Hong, show me some leniency, and I, along with Mr. Song, will surely present you with a generous gesture of our gratitude later. After all, we're all folks from both banks of the Chujiang. Won't you give us some face? The Zhuang Family owes you one, alright?" Zhuang Haotian said.
"Fucking Zhuang Haotian, do you think I, carrying the Hong surname, am some moneyless beggar? What's so great about your Zhuang Family having a bit of cash? Let me tell you, it makes no difference today, not even if it were the King of Heaven himself interceding.
