"Uncle, you're going too far!" Zhuo Lin, humiliated in public, couldn't hold back his anger. Though he was down and out, he never lacked dignity.
"Zhuo Lin, I don't understand what you mean. How did I bully you? If I *were* bullying you, it would be like this—Manager, get your manager over here!" Zhuo Tang was determined to teach Zhuo Lin a lesson. He wouldn't be content until he crushed him completely.
The nearby acquaintances, evidently siding with Zhuo Tang, immediately shot malicious glances at Zhuo Lin.
"Nephew, if you don't leave now, it might be too late to leave!"
He Weng chuckled, "Excuse me, but why should we leave? We're eating here properly and legitimately. Why should we leave? Who dares to chase us away? I refuse to believe that spending money should lead to this kind of trouble!" He spent much of his life bedridden and had never seen such bullying before. Right now, he truly couldn't believe he couldn't eat a meal in peace.
