"Brother Wolf, is it?" Li Fei looked at the dense group of men beside Wild Wolf, unafraid and rather at ease, "Quite a large turnout. Are you here to celebrate a birthday? Where's the gift?"
"Would my blood as a birthday gift do?"
"I'm afraid you don't have the guts."
Both parties were on edge, a hair-trigger away from confrontation.
"Wild Wolf, Mr. Li, let's talk this out..."
Since Li Fei had just helped him, Wang Lin didn't want to see Li Fei get beaten. He quickly stood up to mediate.
Moreover, if things escalated and they trashed the bar inside and out, he as the manager would have to pack up and get lost.
Wild Wolf growled viciously: "Take your people and get lost. Without my permission, don't even think about coming in."
"Alright then, I hope you all make money in peace!"
"Get lost, or I'll beat you up too if you keep spewing nonsense!"
"Brother Wolf, calm down, I'm leaving."
