The young leader scolded, and his subordinates returned to their seats.
The people who had just stood up in the tavern also sat down, but they all glared at them, wary of these outsiders who had waged wars before. They never had any goodwill towards them.
"Boss, sorry about that," the young man apologized, "Since there are no seats, we won't insist. We'll find another place." After speaking, the young man cupped his hands in respect and sat back down.
At this time, Tianmiao slowly lifted her head, glanced at the young man, and quickly withdrew her gaze without speaking.
This group of outsiders left after finishing their drinks.
Xu Lang walked to the counter and asked Tianmiao, "Boss Tian, what are these Mongolians planning to do in our Central Plains?"
"Perhaps it's for the Martial Arts Tournament?" Tianmiao said casually, while fiddling with the abacus.
