The old man's expression changed with fright as he hurriedly said, "My friend, I'm so sorry. I'm too busy to keep up. Please, sit down. I won't charge you for your meal."
"Not charging?"
The customer in the tank top was furious. He spat on the ground, then pointed at the old man. "You ask around on this street! When have I, Ma Liu, ever paid for food?!"
He rolled up his sleeves and approached the old man menacingly. "Talking to me about money… you don't want to do business here anymore, do you?"
His two companions also rose to their feet, surrounding the elder.
"What… what are you going to do?" The old man, pale with fear, kept backing away.
"Do?" Ma Liu sneered. "Forget the bean jelly. Why don't you treat us three brothers to a good meal instead?"
The intention was as clear as day—he was extorting him.
