On the street lined with barbecue vendors, Chen Tang and Lü Feifei were skewering food and chatting merrily. Nearly half an hour had passed when Chen Tang glanced at the time on his phone and then turned his gaze toward the several thugs on the other side.
"Listen, what's the deal with you guys? It seems your boss doesn't plan to deal with you, still hasn't shown up? I'm very busy, and since your boss keeps not showing up, it looks like I'll just have to send you to where you belong..." Chen Tang had no intention of letting these bullies, who usually strutted around arrogantly, get away with it.
The thugs kneeling on the ground heard Chen Tang's words and immediately panicked, "Please, big brother, we were wrong; please let us go like a fart..."
Halfway through the thugs' pleas, two cars roared down the street, and a youth with a rooster-like haircut, flanked by several brawny men, quickly rushed over.