"You punk, what nonsense are you spouting? I'm just helping disadvantaged groups here!" The man in the crowd looked a bit embarrassed and quickly pulled his hand back to explain.
When doing this kind of thing, you have to stand on the moral high ground. If logic isn't on your side, your momentum weakens instantly.
"Disadvantaged groups? A few grown men bullying a young girl, and you call yourselves disadvantaged? My skin is already pretty thick, but it's got nothing on yours, not even close!" Ye Haochuan chuckled mischievously, staring at the old man on the ground.
"Bullshit! You brat, are you blind? She hit me and broke something of mine. Asking for a little compensation, what's wrong with that?" The old man responded arrogantly.
Ye Haochuan raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you got something broken? Where'd you get hurt? If something broke, shouldn't you be at the hospital instead of loitering here? What exactly are you after?"
