"Hello, ladies. You're students, right? Which school are you from? Why not come sit with us? We're all compatriots, so let's get acquainted. If anyone bullies you at school in the future, just tell me. Here in Moscow, there's nothing I, Da Gang, can't handle!"
Da Gang grinned at Nalan Yaqi and the others, acting as though Wang Ye did not exist.
Naturally, Nalan Yaqi scorned his attempts to ingratiate himself. She could not even be bothered to look at him directly, merely glancing at him from the corner of her eye before continuing to drink her juice.
Being ignored by a beauty made Da Gang lose face.
One of his underlings, a sharper fellow, stepped up at this crucial moment to help his boss out.
"Hey! You guys slapped the wall just now and scared the hell out of us. What are you going to do about that? Shouldn't you compensate us for... what was it? Right, emotional distress!" a short man jumped out and said.
Wang Ye had no time to waste arguing with them. His time was far too valuable to squander on this kind of trash.
He said impatiently, "Can you keep your voices down when you're eating and talking in public? You're disturbing other people and don't even realize it. Go back, eat quietly, and we'll let this slide. Otherwise..."
Da Gang and his men were so angered that they laughed.
Da Gang turned to his little brothers and said cheerfully,
"Well, boys, this is something.
We're usually the ones talking to other people like this, but we've finally run into someone who dares talk to us that way.
He's probably some rich second-generation kid who hasn't even left school yet. He hasn't had a proper beating from society.
As big brothers, shouldn't we teach