"Damn, it's this guy. Brothers, get him for me!" The leader of the gang, Huangmao, immediately locked onto Ye Chen.
Ye Chen froze for a moment, his eyes quickly spotted Huangmao. Isn't this the same yellow-haired punk who was driving a Ferrari and harassing Liu Momo at her barbecue stall the other day? Ye Chen's mind instantly recalled the background of this punk. According to Fang Qin, this guy is the son of the party secretary of Jianghuai City. A light bulb went off in Ye Chen's head, he thought, damn, this truly is like finding something precious without even trying. He had just been thinking about finding a protector, and now the protector's son delivered himself to him.
"What do you want?!" Ye Chen let out a cold snort.
"Kid, you dared to mess with me that day. Today I'm determined to crush you!" Huangmao was gnashing his teeth. The clothes on this guy were all branded, albeit casual brands, but the total value was definitely more than a hundred thousand yuan.
