Following the boss's gaze, Xiao Feng saw a group gathered at the corner, among them was Brother Long, who the young girl had beaten up earlier.
Brother Long was holding a middle-aged man dressed in a woolen coat, whispering something in his ear.
At this distance, Xiao Feng certainly couldn't hear what they were saying, but there was no need to think much to know it was probably about causing trouble and regaining face.
After a while, the middle-aged man, along with two others, walked to the boss's stall: "Boss, two drawers of buns to go."
"We made fewer buns today, they're all gone," the boss replied boldly.
"Gone?" One of the men behind the middle-aged man immediately got unhappy: "Lift the drawers so I can see. If there are any, I'll shove them all into your mouth."
Upon hearing this, the boss's wife, who had been scolding the boss for being cowardly, couldn't help but panic: "Don't listen to him, there's still plenty in the drawers. I'll get them for you right away."
