"How about we get a few bottles of wine and sit down for a good chat?"
Mo Shangjun's relaxed and joyful tone made most of the people present face darken.
— Damn it, can't you feel a bit of tension from being surrounded?!
What was meant to be a serious and tense atmosphere, she turned into something akin to a farce.
The people forming the circle all drew their knives, glaring fiercely at Mo Shangjun and Su Heng, as if they would strike them as soon as Jian Shaoning gave the order.
However, they were still waiting for the command that would allow them to act.
"Let them come over."
Jian Shaoning's penetrating voice was heard.
At the same time, Jing Jiu stood up and went to the store's fridge to grab some beer.
"Here."
Su Heng provocatively raised an eyebrow at the two people blocking the road ahead.
So, with reluctance, those two stepped aside.
Both Mo Shangjun and Su Heng held a "hostage" in hand and swaggered into the tent.
*
On the street next door.
