"Alas, how pitiable," Feng Lin sighed. "You are all so pathetic, able to gather so many people yet not daring to rebel."
"Feng Lin! Stop it, everyone has their own difficulties."
Xu Ruoying walked over and glared at Feng Lin.
"Fine, I'll stop talking."
With a light leap, Feng Lin jumped onto the roof of the BMW. Sitting there, he spoke expressionlessly, "I'll give you face, I won't leave. I'll wait right here!"
"Thank you!"
The middle-aged man with a buzz cut nodded in acknowledgment.
"Buddy, I think you should listen to them and take your grandfather and leave. This time, it's our fault that you got involved."
Feng Lin glanced at Zhang Chu beside him.
"I'm not leaving! My grandfather said he's been a coward all his life, but this time, for Uncle Xu, he's decided to fight."
Zhang Chu's eyes, not noticeably at first, reddened, "Maybe you don't know, but the person who went to the county to report and ended up pushed off the cliff and killed was my dad!"
