Song Zhifeng's expression was extremely frightened, and the guy in his hand was removed in a few simple moves.

He was hit by three punches in a row, one punch was more fierce than the other!

In the severe pain, he begged, "Brother, stop hitting, stop hitting!"

Zhao Dong stepped on the ground and asked condescendingly, "Do you want to talk?"

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

He seemed to have found a support, and said with a grim expression: "Tan? I'm talking about your mother, I'm not afraid to tell you that your little pussy was beaten by my son!"

"I'm not convinced? I have money and can be settled!"

"And I'll tell you that now I've changed my mind and I won't get a penny of compensation!"

"Dare to smash my car? Poor, you're just waiting to lose everything!"

After saying that, his expression suddenly changed without waiting for pride.

Weird pressure is approaching!

Indescribable eyes, in fear, he subconsciously spoke, "You...what do you want to do? I tell you... the police are here!"
Chapter completed!