After three rounds of drinks, it was already dusk. Everyone was drinking vigorously. A group of people carrying machetes and axes burst in through the door. The restaurant's waitresses immediately stood up, but having been in this business for years, they had seen such people before, so they didn't appear too panicked.
"Boss, a few cases of beer!" the leader, a guy with his chest exposed, slammed the table.
"Com... coming! Right away!" The waitress, who had just been domineering towards Feng Zhixiao, immediately put away her phone and dashed inside, laboriously carrying out two cases of beer. She then helped open them one by one for the other side. This scene infuriated Feng Zhixiao. Ma Le Gobi, they get served comfortably, why did I have to use my teeth?
"Big bro, let's drink!" One of the younger guys in a floral shirt raised his glass for a toast.
