"Boss He, some of my Earth Spirit Gang brothers were bullied in your restaurant yesterday, so I naturally need to come and stand up for them."
Boss He wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly said:
"Lord Qi, it wasn't our restaurant that bullied your gang's brothers. You shouldn't be looking for us to vent your anger."
Lord Qi raised his voice: "Who in Chong City doesn't know that your restaurant is under the protection of the Cloud Sword Sect? If something happens, of course, I'm going to come to you, Boss He."
Boss He's face turned ugly. He stepped forward and whispered:
"Lord Qi, since your brothers got upset here, I'll offer 2000 yuan for you and your men to drink and cool off. How does that sound?"
The monthly profit of this restaurant was about 2000 yuan, so giving such an amount was quite painful for Boss He.
But Lord Qi was not ready to let it go:
"2000 yuan? So, in Boss He's eyes, the face of the Earth Spirit Gang is only worth 2000 yuan."
