Ye Yaodong beat them to paying the bill and also ordered six pan-fried buns and eight fried dough cakes to take home. He rarely came to town, so he couldn't forget his wife and children back home.
Who would have thought that the moment they stepped outside, they would run straight into a group of people? They seemed to be cursing about how their knees were bruised from falling, which bastard had deliberately tripped them, and how, after a snack, they would get people to corner them at the empty lot by the skating rink...
"Holy shit... damn it, that brat's here..."
"Fuck, talk about running into your enemies... drag him into the alley..."
"Get him!"
Ye Yaodong stared blankly as the group charged up aggressively, reaching for his collar. Before he could react, Captain Chen had already caught that man's fist and shoved him back several steps.
The people behind him who were about to advance were blocked by that shove too.
"Who are you?"
"Who? Your grandpa! I'd recognize you even if you were burned to ashes."
"I certainly wouldn't recognize you burned to ashes."
"Fuck you, you're the one getting burned to ashes! Brothers, get them! Drag all of them into the alley and settle last year's score!"
Last year's score?
Had he made enemies last year?
It seemed he had?
"Holy shit, you're that bunch of white-cut chickens?"
"Fuck you, you're a white-cut chicken... aah!" No sooner had he finished than he screamed. Captain Chen gave his wrist a light twist, bending it at an unnatural angle, then kicked his knee for good measure, bringing him straight to his knees.
The remaining punks charged forward yelling. Before they could even clench their fists properly, punches from left and right had knocked them down. In less than