"Fuck your mother, playing this social game on me, your Grandpa Yan? Do you know what my nickname was when I was in school? War God of Thirteenth Middle School! You still want to have a go with me? Who sent you, speak!!"
Wang Yan grabbed Brother Ma by the collar, panting heavily as he asked.
Brother Ma was the first to make a move, naturally taking more hits, and now his head was in a bit of a dazed state.
"I'm asking you a question, fuck your mother, still playing tough huh?" Wang Yan saw the other party not speaking, raised his arm and was ready to slap him.
At this moment, Zhang Yang grabbed Wang Yan's arm.
"Brother Yan! Let me ask, stop hitting!"
"Fine, you ask! Daring to bring people to the restaurant to block us, you're courting death! Definitely gonna fix him today!"
Zhang Yang walked up to Brother Ma, casually pulled a few napkins from the table and threw them to the guy, asking in a deep voice, "Did Qian Wenjun send you to get money?"
