The "Jingang" mentioned by Zhao Xin was a nearly two-meter-tall strongman, his top enforcer.
"Someone is causing trouble in my place, follow me and let's check it out. I want to see who has the guts to mess with my turf!"
Zhao Xin, leading a group of over a dozen men, walked out from the back of the bar and headed towards Xiao Zheng, guided by the tall and skinny man.
By this time, the bar had grown noticeably quieter, with many onlookers surrounding the scene. The commotion caused by Xiao Zheng's earlier actions was significant, and many were waiting to watch the excitement unfold.
In their view, the bar's boss was a major figure; those who caused trouble here never ended well. They either got beaten like a dead dog or were thrown into jail—the result was always grim.
"Come out and let me see who dares to make a scene in my place?"
Zhao Xin's demeanor was arrogant; this was his territory, and he had never been afraid of anyone on his home ground.
