"You've got some nerve, kid!" Brother Long snarled, immediately taking out his phone to make a call.
"Get all the brothers to the hotel! Why? What the fuck do you mean, 'why'? I got beat up! Is that reason enough?" he roared into the phone. "Everyone grab your weapons! I'm taking this bastard's life today!"
He ended the call with another furious shout and slammed the phone against the wall.
When the crowd heard Brother Long calling for backup, another surge of fear washed over them.
"This is bad. Brother Long's thugs are all desperate criminals. That kid had better run!"
"He's as good as dead if he waits for Brother Long's men to arrive!"
"Sigh, he's a handsome young man, too. I hope he doesn't do anything rash!"
The onlookers murmured among themselves. Although they had long since grown tired of Brother Long's behavior, none of them dared to let him hear their complaints.
