"Who do you think you are to act so arrogant? Do you even know who's standing in front of you? How dare you speak to him like that? Boss, teach him some manners," said the man with dreadlocks, squinting his eyes and speaking loudly.
"Boss, teach him a lesson," another man with a small braid echoed, eyes closed, looking thoroughly drunk and disoriented.
At this moment, the man with multicolored hair was already being held up by his two companions over a metaphorical fire, unable to come down.
He felt as if there was a blazing fire beneath him, roasting him until he was almost done, yet he couldn't find a way out.
"Do you want me to deal with you myself, or will you leave on your own?" Xu Ke asked, looking at the man whose expression had cleared considerably.
