Song Zhifeng's expression was extremely frightened, and the thing in his hand was removed in just a few clicks.

He received three punches in succession on his lower abdomen, each punch more severe than the last!

In severe pain, he begged, "Brother, don't fight, don't fight!"

Zhao Dong stepped on the person and asked condescendingly, "Want to talk?"

Song Zhifeng was about to agree when he suddenly heard a siren coming from outside.

He seemed to have found support, and said with a ferocious expression: "Talk? I'm talking about your mother, and I'm not afraid to tell you that my son beat up that little brat in your family!"

"Not convinced? I have money, so I can settle the matter!"

"Besides, I'm telling you, now that I've changed my fucking mind, I won't get even a cent in compensation!"

"You dare to smash my car? Poor guy, you're just waiting to bankrupt your family!"

After saying that, before he could feel proud, his expression suddenly changed.

Weird pressure is approaching!

With an indescribable look in his eyes, and in fear, he subconsciously said, "You...what do you want to do? I'm telling you...the police are here!"
Chapter completed!