"We pay?" Tang Xiaobao said with an exaggerated expression: "I pay the hell out of him, isn't it just calling for help? Hey, I'm not afraid of this. Let him arrange the people however he wants tonight, I'll take over later. If we lose, we pay, if we win, they pay, how about it?"

The boss was almost crying: "Hey, everyone, I'm thinking about you. Do you know how many people will be here soon?"

"I don't know!" Tang Xiaobao shook his head.

"I estimate it's at least over a hundred," the boss said. "Two fists can't beat four hands!"

Tang Xiaobao's expression remained calm and composed: "Just over a hundred people?"

ah?

Just over a hundred people?

Are more than a hundred people not enough?

Oh my god, what's that expression on your face!

The boss nodded: "Maybe more."

"Okay, I get it. Let them come. I haven't fought in a long time, and my hands are itching to fight." Tang Xiaobao suddenly laughed.

Things like showing off and stepping on others should not be done often, but it is okay to do it occasionally.

The boss had nothing to say, shook his head, turned and left.

But when he returned to the bar, the boss finally chose to call a friend of his.

If it really doesn't work, we have to ask the police to step in and resolve this matter.

It’s not that he doesn’t understand, but this matter will definitely get bigger and bigger.

After the boss finished the call, he was still a little uneasy and nervous.

Chen Mengyao said to Tang Xiaobao: "You don't act like a boss like this."

"I have never considered myself a boss." Tang Xiaobao blinked: "People should live a straightforward life. Besides, he seduced you, Sister Chen, which is a slap in my face. I have to stand up for this matter. Otherwise, Sister Chen will still respect me?"