Hesitating for a moment, considering he had already mentioned his side, Old Xu, and the relationship with Lei Tong, Tang Xiaoquan decided not to lie and make excuses.
"Yeah, you must be talking about a burly man and a slim guy. They are our team brothers. We want to know what happened at the noodle shop."
Upon hearing this, the flames in the man's eyes intensified further, and he was about to rise, but Hua Biao was not just a decoration behind him. His big hand on the man's shoulder remained firm.
As soon as the man made a move, he exerted force, extinguishing the man's new round of rebellion in its infancy.
"Write, brother. Writing helps to solve the misunderstanding and is beneficial for both you and us. Besides, I suppose you don't want to stay here with us overnight."
At this point, Tang Xiaoquan began to employ some small threats.
He saw that the man was not on good terms with his group and didn't want to waste time on meaningless disputes and confrontations.
