"Bro Zhao, this..."
The manager was truly at his wit's end. At this point, he wished he could kill this damned fatty!
Fuck, I tried to negotiate nicely, compensating with drinks and apologies. I'm only considering Brother Ming's face, who the fuck do you think you are? Some out-of-towner piece of shit acting tough here. Step outside, and I'll have someone kill you!
But even if he wanted to kill this damn fatty a thousand times over, inside Di Bar, all he could do was offer a smile!
The fatty glanced at Zhao Yang, a sneer crossing his face as he thought: Fuck, and here I was wondering who it could be. Is this the kind of loser that's a friend of Brother Biao?
This kid looks barely in his twenties. Shit, if I give up my spot for some loser like this, where the hell would I put my face? I'd be a laughingstock!
Upon seeing Zhao Yang, the fatty became even more unwilling to give up his place.
However, he soon caught sight of a beautiful figure behind Zhao Yang!
