"dad!"

They staggered and trotted into their father's arms.

"Damn it, someone dares to hit my son!"

The rich men waved their hands and took out golf clubs from the trunk with their thugs.

These rich people always like to hit people with two sticks.

It doesn't take much effort to seriously injure someone.

Because they parked their cars in the middle of the road, the traffic at this intersection was completely paralyzed.

The car was discharged several hundred meters away.

The drivers who were blocked honked their horns hard.

Soon the traffic police arrived. Seeing the situation, they came over and asked these rich people to drive away.

"Damn it, I'm stopping right here! Just issue an order as you like!"

A rich man took out a wad of money from his handbag and threw it to the traffic policeman: "There's not enough!"

"you!"

The traffic policeman was also speechless.

Knowing that the situation was beyond his control, he had no choice but to step aside.

At this time, there was a roar of motorcycles, and dozens of large-displacement motorcycles drove over.

The cyclists are all middle-aged men wearing leather waistcoats and covered with tattoos.

Wearing big sunglasses and holding a cigar in his mouth, he drove through the gap in the traffic to the intersection.

"Where's my son!"

A middle-aged man with a shaved head and a head full of fleshy folds got out of the car and yelled.

"Dad! I'm here!"

At this time Han Feng's weak voice sounded.

"Ah, son!"

Han Hudong quickly ran over and looked at Han Feng: "Fuck, how can I smash my car like this? How can I sell it next!"

"Dad, please leave the car alone and look at me!"

Han Feng said weakly.

"Oh, who hit you?"
Chapter completed!