And just after Chen Fei and the others were invited into the Herbal Cuisine Workshop by Zhang Long and his wife Zhao Le, Brother Cai and his men, who had been so arrogant just moments before, were gathered despondently by the roadside. One of the injured underlings complained indignantly, "Brother Cai, those bastards are too arrogant! Are we really just going to leave like this and suck it up?"
He was the one Chen Fei had smashed over the head with a wine bottle. His face was now covered in blood, looking both terrifying and utterly miserable.
After all, while he didn't have Brother Cai's background—being the nephew of Zheng Kuangyi, the leader of the Black Clothes Gang—he was still a force to be reckoned with on the streets. He had prestige, women, and money!
Yet today, they had suffered a humiliating defeat. Chen Fei had thrashed them in public and even cracked their heads open! They had lost all face. How could they not be furious?
