Chapter 975: Selling a Dog

The woman was also a female college student. She glanced at Jiang Ran and said, “Mister, nobody was sitting here in the first place. Instead of wasting time arguing with us, you might as well go find another seat.”

Foodie Jiang Ran’s expression turned cold.

He didn’t care if they called him “mister.” He wouldn’t care if they called him “grandpa,” either.

But the place was packed now. They had taken his seat, so where was he supposed to find another one?

“Give me my seat back.”

Foodie Jiang Ran’s voice was cold.

Hearing the hostility in his voice, the male college student turned around and got up, leaving his chair.

He stood up, too.

It had to be said, young people these days grew well.

The guy hadn’t seemed like much while sitting down, but once he stood, he was a good half-head taller than Foodie Jiang Ran.

He even deliberately craned his neck upward to make himself look bigger.

He wanted Foodie Jiang Ran to back down.

Foodie Jiang Ran’s expression darkened further. “What? You want to fight?”

The male college student snorted. “I don’t. But if you keep making trouble for no reason, then I’ll—”

Thud!

Before the male college student could finish, Foodie Jiang Ran had already made his move.

He punched the guy in the stomach, sending him flying.

With a scream, the student crashed heavily to the ground. He also accidentally knocked into someone passing by, and they both fell.

“Ahhhhh! He’s hitting people!”

The female college student let out a piercing scream.

Foodie Jiang Ran had thought the male and female college students were a couple, and that there were only the two of them.

He hadn’t expected her scream to bring several men and women hurrying over from the table beside hers and another nearby.

“What happened?” the newcomers asked the female college student.

“This man tried to steal our seats! We wouldn’t let him, so he hit us!” she said.

The newcomers glared at Foodie Jiang Ran, their faces angry and displeased.

“You’ve got some nerve, picking a fight?”

Another male college student cracked his knuckles.

Foodie Jiang Ran said just one word. “Idiot.”

The male college student flew into a rage and swung at him, but Foodie Jiang Ran sent him flying with a punch. This time, he hit him in the face.

The other male college students were all young, with hot blood coursing through their veins. Seeing their classmates and friends get beaten, they simply piled in together, ganging up on him without a shred of honor.

And so, the section of the buffet restaurant that had been packed with people was soon cleared out, everyone moving away on their own for fear of getting caught up in it.

At the same time, some onlookers watched and commented, while others took videos.

Of course, some realized something was wrong and hurriedly called the police.

But help was too far away to be any use. Foodie Jiang Ran and the male college students were already fighting.

Foodie Jiang Ran had three minutes left of his hour.

That was more than enough time to deal with these people.

The scene wasn’t what the onlookers had imagined. Foodie Jiang Ran wasn’t being beaten by a crowd, cowering and begging for mercy.

Instead, several male college students with thick arms and powerful fists lay on the ground, battered and bruised, groaning.

“Students these days, they all look big and strong, but they’re all just for show. Several of them can’t even beat one guy.”

A middle-aged man in the crowd spoke up.

The others began discussing it as well.

Since even the male college students had been no match for him, the other female college students naturally didn’t dare step forward. They could only call the police and hope they would arrive quickly.

Before long, the police arrived and took Foodie Jiang Ran and the others away.

The buffet restaurant finally had a chance to settle down.

After Foodie Jiang Ran and the others were taken to the police station, they were questioned first. Each side gave a detailed account of what had caused the argument and fight, including how it had started and what had happened.

Their accounts were more or less the same.

In short, it had all started with a seat, which had led to an argument and then a fight.

Although Foodie Jiang Ran had thrown the first punch, the others had later ganged up on him.

In the end, the incident was ruled a mutual fight.

The next step was to pay the other side’s medical expenses.

Since Foodie Jiang Ran wasn’t injured, while the others had been hurt, the difference was calculated.

Foodie Jiang Ran had to pay for their medical expenses.

He also had to pay a fine, though the others did, too.

Foodie Jiang Ran paid more than four thousand yuan in total for the fine and medical expenses.

Luckily, he had held back and hadn’t hit them too hard.

After all, he knew that he couldn’t kill anyone or seriously injure them there at the time.

Otherwise, things would have gotten very troublesome.

Once he had paid, Foodie Jiang Ran was released.

His appetite was completely gone. The night’s events had disgusted him.

He simply went back to Alice Apartment, to Room 304 in Building No. 1, lay down on the bed, and returned to the inner landscape world.

As for getting revenge on those male and female college students?

You’ll get what’s coming to you. You’re dead meat.

When Foodie Jiang Ran reached the entrance of Alice Apartment, a couple in their thirties who lived there happened to be waiting for someone by the gate.

They saw Foodie Jiang Ran and glanced at him without paying much attention. Only after he entered Building No. 1 did the person the couple had been waiting for arrive.

“If this dog weren’t so noisy and my mom couldn’t stand it, I wouldn’t have sold him.”

The person they were waiting for was a boy around seventeen or eighteen.

He was riding an electric bike and carrying a dog cage in his hand. Inside the cage was a brown toy poodle.

The boy handed the poodle to the couple, and the man transferred five hundred yuan to him by phone.

Then he smiled and said, “Don’t worry. You can leave Bullet with us. My wife loves dogs, and we’ll take good care of him.”

The boy nodded and looked at the poodle in the cage. Its two black eyes were fixed on its former owner, too.

The boy sighed. “Bullet, oh, Bullet, you wicked little toy poodle who tears up the house. How many times have I told you not to destroy the place? And you keep doing it. Sigh, now I can’t keep you anymore. But I’m not going to let you become a stray, either. At least I found you a new owner. Go live a good life with them.”

With that, the boy rode away, reluctant to leave.

After he was gone,

the man in the couple bent down slightly and looked at the toy poodle in the cage. “Bullet. That’s a good name. I hope we can get along from now on.”

Bullet barked at him twice.

The couple carried the dog cage to an apartment on one of the floors of Building No. 2.

Once inside,

the couple let Bullet out of the cage.

Dogs were different from cats.

Dogs were social butterflies; cats were antisocial.

Dogs didn’t have much trouble adjusting to a new environment.

Cats, on the other hand, could have problems. They might even die from stress.

After Bullet was let out, he walked a few steps slowly, then started wandering around the apartment.

Before long, he had made a full circuit and reached an automatic feeder in the living room. The bowl was full of fragrant dog food.

Bullet eagerly began to eat.