The punks eating barbecue heard the calls and hurriedly gathered around.
"Hey, Ah Wei, why are you yelling?"
"Damn, did a dog bite you?!"
"Kid, you gotta pay the medical bills, at least thirty thousand yuan, or else..."
The punks immediately surrounded Ye Chen, planning to seriously teach him a lesson and then squeeze some money out of him. Judging from Ye Chen's appearance, he seemed to be wealthy. These days, people raise kids poorly but pamper their dogs! Rich people love dogs, so these guys naturally classified Ye Chen as one of those rich folks.
"How much do you want?" Ye Chen stood up.
"Three... three hundred thousand!" The guy who got bitten went all out, knowing Ye Chen wouldn't fork out three hundred thousand for a dog. His real intention was to take the dog, sell it, and make some money, while also extorting some from Ye Chen.
"Come here!" Ye Chen beckoned the bitten punk with his finger.
