"Kid, just wait, if you can still walk out of this bar alive tonight, I'll call you grandpa!" The man's face was filled with a sinister smile.
This is Little Tyrant's turf, and those who dare to cause trouble here, given Little Tyrant's temper, would at least get both legs broken.
Chen Shuo was already on his way to the bar, so in less than five minutes, he arrived with his men.
Seeing Chen Shuo, the man immediately showed a hint of joy—he had not expected Little Tyrant himself to show up.
This meant that the kid was as good as dead tonight.
He immediately shouted to Chen Shuo: "Bro Shuo, you've got to stand up for me. I was just drinking peacefully at your bar when this guy came over and kicked me! I even dropped your name, but he showed no respect at all. He bragged about his martial arts skills, saying that even if you came, he wouldn't hesitate to hit back..."
The man exaggerated the story.
Everyone around felt the guy was shameless to stir up such hatred.