The big guy grabbed a chair, sat down imperiously, and said, "Since you put it that way, I'll have a proper talk with you. Oh, let's introduce ourselves. My name is Yuan Anran, and here everybody calls me Brother Ran. This is my good friend Li Biao. We are underworld figures; the most important thing for us is reason and loyalty. You are just ordinary people, we have no reason to bully you. We'll take what's owed to us, nothing more, nothing less."
Su XiaoMing's father nodded repeatedly and said, "Alright, Brother Ran, please speak." Though he was over fifty, he was calling a man in his twenties 'Brother Ran,' which revealed his fear upon realizing that they were gangsters.
"Alright, let's settle this. Your son hit my brother, so there should be medical expenses, loss of work wages, and caregiver costs, right?"
Yuan Anran, clearly experienced in such matters, spoke with authority right off the bat.
Su XiaoMing's father grimaced bitterly, saying, "Yes, that should... be right."
