The burly man in brown froze, then doubled over laughing along with the three men behind him. The grandfather and granddaughter who sang for a living were so frightened that they kept signaling Fang Yun with their eyes, urging him not to provoke these men.
A waiter hurried over with a smile and stepped in front of the burly man in brown. "Dog Lord, why bother stooping to their level? Come, I've prepared some braised meat for you downstairs. Have a taste. It's fresh out of the pot, tender and delicious, much better than what's on their table."
Dog Lord looked the waiter up and down, his expression abruptly turning cold. He said contemptuously, "Who the hell are you? A mere restaurant waiter thinks he's fit to stand in my way? Scram!"
With that, Dog Lord slapped the waiter across the face, sending him staggering and nearly tumbling to the floor.
The waiter held his cheek and stared at Dog Lord, his eyes filled only with terror. He dared not show even a trace of hatred.
"Well? Still feeling brave?" Dog Lord lifted his chin, mockery written across his face.
"I was wrong." The waiter silently backed away.
"At least you know your place!" Dog Lord turned to Fang Yun.
But Fang Yun said, "Waiter, violent thugs are causing trouble. You can sound the gong to summon the patrolling bailiffs. Go."
The waiter looked at Fang Yun with a troubled expression.
Dog Lord and his three lackeys burst out laughing again. When they finished, Dog Lord looked down at Fang Yun. "Want to report me to the authorities? Seems you're a newcomer who doesn't know whose name Changbai Street bears! Waiter, sound the gong right now and call for help. Bring the patrolling bailiff here. I'd like to see how