"I'm hosting friends here?"

"You hit someone and won't get out of the car, just hiding inside like a turtle retracting into its shell? What's this about?"

"Think driving a luxury car makes you so special, huh? Hit someone and just ignore it?"

"If you don't get out, we're coming in."

Suddenly, as if emerging from thin air, seven or eight people, relatives of the injured, surrounded the car, hurling insults incessantly.

Such organized and disciplined street blockading signaled they were dealing with a professional scam team.

Murray massaged his temples, his hand slamming the horn forcefully, momentarily silencing the outside clamor.

His brows furrowed darkly, "How much do you want? Name your price."

The few outside exchanged glances, inwardly rejoicing for finding an easy mark.

"First, get out and see the condition of the person. Don't accuse us of extortion later." The middle-aged woman negotiating by the car smiled amicably.

Murray didn't even spar