But in this situation, Tai couldn't say much else.
The most important thing now was to solve the immediate trouble.
Thinking of this, Tai lifted the man who was full of blood in his mouth and asked, "What's your name? Where are you from? Who sent you to cause us trouble?"
The man looked at Tai but didn't speak.
"You!"
Seeing that the guy didn't respond, Tai was about to loosen up his muscles but was stopped by Ye Chen.
"Tai, let me handle this. We're a bar; if alcohol can solve the problem, let's not resort to fists."
Tai looked at Ye Chen and saw him wink at him, then nodded and said, "Alright, I'll let you handle it."
Seeing Tai nod, Ye Chen turned to the bartender and said, "Zhang, can you help me make a B-52 Bomber?"
The bartender referred to as Zhang didn't know what Ye Chen was planning.
But he still picked up the shaker and quickly mixed a drink.
After lighting it on fire, Ye Chen took the drink and approached the man with a bloody mouth.
