Outside the firepot restaurant, a dense crowd.
A white SUV slowly drove in from a distance and stopped, from which a middle-aged man with a slicked-back haircut and gold-rimmed glasses alighted. He had a stocky frame.
"Where's Xiaolong?" the middle-aged man getting out of the car asked, furrowing his brow.
A gang of thugs glanced at the middle-aged man, sneered disdainfully—who was this guy? Didn't he see all the big brothers here? Stupidly getting out of the car, who the hell knows who Xiaolong is.
Just then, the boss wearing a black Tang suit, Dragon Ye, ran out with a radiant smile, "Chief Guo, I'm really sorry for waking you up from your sleep in the middle of the night, I'll make it up to you shortly."
"Oh, Brother Dragon, we're old friends, no need to be so polite. Besides, the youth nowadays don't know their limits, and it's also my responsibility to teach them a lesson."
