"What do you say, you bastard? Are you scared now?"
With reinforcements, the fat man became arrogant and, like Han Yu and the others, pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing his legs, shaking them as he spoke through gritted teeth: "You've offended me, so unless I get an explanation, no one is leaving today!"
With numbers about even now, he's worried about losing the fight and wants to negotiate.
Han Yu chuckled and, putting on a tense face, asked, "What kind of explanation do you want?"
"An apology."
"An apology is easy."
"And compensation for damages."
"What did you lose?"
"Your man dared to lay hands on me. Do I not need face?"
"What's your last name? Where do you mix?" Han Yu thought of scenes from Hong Kong movies and cooperatively started talking terms with him.
Before the fat man could speak, the young man who just arrived pointed at Han Yu and said fiercely, "This is Brother Hu. Dare to lay hands on Brother Hu? You're blind as a bat!"
