"Five times? What if someone doesn't have the money?"
Tang Ming asked.
"No money?"
The burly man said dissatisfied, "If you don't have money, just pick up the stuff on the ground and eat it."
"Oh, so that's how it is."
Tang Ming glanced around the crowd and spotted the octopus-head who was enjoying the commotion. He quickly stepped forward, reached out, grabbed the kid by the collar, and dragged him over.
"What are you doing?"
Octopus-head, unable to resist, struggled and yelled.
"What am I doing? You threw this stuff, and if you can't pay for it, you might as well eat it."
Tang Ming said, "It seems you were quite pleased with yourself just now, did you forget that you were the one who threw this?"
With these words, everyone's gaze fell on octopus-head's face, while the staff members redirected their anger toward him, looking like they wanted to devour him.
Seeing he had enraged the crowd, octopus-head couldn't help but defend himself, "Don't frame me!"
"Frame you?"
