Seeing that something had happened in the shop, Liang Ruoxu quietly picked up her phone and sent a WeChat message to the head of the Zhonghai Public Security Bureau.
People like him who relied on threats and malicious competition could not be allowed to roam free.
"Kid, how dare you hit me? Do you have any respect for the law?" Chen Yansong said.
"You're lucky I didn't kill you."
"F*ck, why are you wasting your breath on him? I've opened a shop on Zhengyang Street for more than ten years, and it's always me who hits others. This is the first time I've seen someone dare to hit me first!"
Zhou Peng's anger was written all over his face.
He had such a big physique and had been active in the underworld for so many years, but he was actually ambushed by a little brat. He could not accept this.
Getting up from the ground, Zhou Peng picked up the chair beside him and smashed it fiercely.
"Brother Peng, Brother Peng, calm down."
