"If you don't resolve this issue for me today, don't even think about keeping the shop open!"
Old Feng was about to say something more when a cold laugh came from behind.
"Oh, Zhang San, when you were hauled into the station last month, didn't you register as single? Got a wife so soon?"
The man with the gold chain turned his head at the voice, his face instantly turning sour, transforming from a fierce tiger to a docile lamb.
"Ma... Director Ma, you... what are you doing here?" The man with the gold chain, also known as Zhang San, stammered.
Ma Baoguo walked over to Old Feng, patted his shoulder, and said, "Old Feng, let me handle this."
Old Feng nodded and stepped aside.
Ma Baoguo turned around, his gaze piercing as he stared directly at Zhang San, his voice carrying a hint of authority: "Zhang San, it seems you've forgotten the pain after your wounds healed; not long after the last incident, you're out stirring trouble again."
