It looked like the security guards Zhou Ming and Yang Jian were quarreling.
"You fucking dare to shout that again?"
"I'll shout it! What's it to you? Yang impotent, Yang impotent, Yang impotent!"
"You, you! Zhou Ming, damn your grandpa!"
"If you wanna rely on my grandpa, I'd rather rely on your ancestors."
"Zhou Ming, you must still be wearing the pants I lent you, take them off for me!"
"Aren't you wearing the socks I lent you too?"
"..."
As the situation outside escalated, Wang Dadong suddenly pushed open the bathroom door.
He glanced at the two men, who were red in the face from arguing, and frowned, "We're all brothers here, if you can fight, just stop arguing."
The two men looked at Wang Dadong somewhat dejectedly. They had thought Wang Dadong came to break up the fight, but they didn't expect him to actually suggest they fight instead of talking. Who breaks up a fight like that?
