Shang-Chi, with a bellyful of anger and nowhere to vent it, drove a bus full of agents from various countries back to the Restaurant.
The empty Main Hall left Shang-Chi with nowhere to vent his anger...
He shot an angry snort at Ghost Wolf Thor and Dom, who were lounging in the corner, clearly enjoying the show, then walked over to the Bar Counter. He forced a smile at Sam, who was watching him with concern, and called out to his Uncle Cheng, "Uncle Cheng, where did that old bastard Raymond go?"
Old Cheng was wearing a mask and chopping onions. Hearing Shang-Chi call out, he frowned at his nephew. After a moment's thought, he said, "What's got you so worked up? What are you planning to do?
You want to go after that old viper Raymond? Have you even figured out what happened?"
Shang-Chi angrily slapped the Bar Counter. "I don't need to think about it. He definitely knows. That old bastard led me to an Underground Garage and then turned off his phone..."
As he spoke, Shang-Chi angrily thumped the counter. "I wasn't alone then...
Julie, Zack, and Anton were all there. They shouldn't have been put in danger!"
Old Cheng looked at his nephew, shaking his head in both approval and disappointment. "What good will throwing a tantrum do?
If you can't figure it out, then you're an idiot..."
Old Cheng glanced over Shang-Chi's shoulder and said sympathetically, "If I were you, I'd run right now. Have you ever seen anyone who lost their temper at Thor and Dom come out of it well?"
Shang-Chi turned and saw the two huge Ghost Wolves baring their teeth at him. He miserably patted his forehead...
How could he have forgotten that these amazing big dogs held grudges just like