When Li Xiaoqiang saw the barbecue owner's eyes, which seemed hungry for a fight, he suddenly revealed a brilliant smile and directly reached out, slapping the barbecue owner's cheek repeatedly, "Yo, you little punk want to hit someone, huh? Come on, hit me! Right here?"
As he spoke, Li Xiaoqiang leaned his face close to the barbecue owner, pointing at his own cheek.
Li Xiaoqiang's buddies burst into laughter, "Hit him! He's literally asking for it. You're clenching your fist so tightly, why don't you dare hit him? Are you even a man?"
The barbecue owner's face turned red, and he gritted his teeth, but he dared not make a move because he knew that if he did, there would be no peaceful life for his family hereafter—his daughter would be unable to pay her school fees.
This barbecue owner was a rational man, for his daughter, his wife, and his family, he could not afford to strike; he could only endure!
Thinking of all this, his fists gradually loosened.