"Hey Yi!"
Chili Head eventually resigned himself to huddling together with the Onion-Ginger-Garlic trio.
"Next time you see me, you know what to do, right?"
Liu Zheng demanded.
"We know."
The Seasoning Quartet said dejectedly.
"Louder! Do you want to be a gang leader with such a faint voice?"
He said dissatisfiedly.
"We know, boss!"
The Seasoning Quartet raised their volume a little.
"Can't hear you, can't hear you, still can't hear you! So spiritless, do you want me to give you a spirit injection with my baton?"
Liu Zheng held his grinding stick with a menacing smile.
"Hey Yi! Wagali Maji Daxi (I know)!"
The Seasoning Quartet immediately responded with force.
"Good, you, leave your number for me."
He pointed at Chili Head.
"Ah, me?"
Chili Head was somewhat reluctant.
"Relax, if I'm looking for you guys, it's definitely for something good. Do you really want to stay a small-time thug forever, only able to visit such small places for hot springs?"
