The pile of clothes was still burning. Jiang Xiaobai clutched Li Dong's neck and pushed him next to the fire. Li Dong could feel the heat coming from behind.
"Black Tiger Dong, you're pushing me too far!"
"Brother, what... what do you want to do?"
Li Dong was scared.
"Let me go, and we'll call it even, okay?"
"Call it even? That's not realistic."
Jiang Xiaobai said, "You smashed my stall and burned my goods. If you don't give me compensation, how can I forgive you?"
Li Dong said, "Don't be so excessive. You have to understand, you'll still be mixing in my territory in the future. Let me go today, and I guarantee I won't make things difficult for you."
"Your guarantee is worthless! I'm going to make things difficult for you today!"
Jiang Xiaobai's eyes were terrifying. Li Dong, being in the business for many years, had seen that look before — it appeared only when someone intended to kill.
"Brother, let's talk this out, talk it out. Ah—"
