When the lean man with a lock of blue hair heard Zhao Yu's words, he hurriedly struggled to get up from the ground, but he was kicked down by Fang Yao's men.
Unwilling to give up, he looked at Fang Yao and said, "Brother Fang, we didn't want to become enemies with you in the first place. I think we should forget about this matter. We won't target Wang Chen in the future."
"Do you still have a copy of Wang Chen's photo?" Fang Yao also found his cell phone from the pocket of the unconscious scar-faced man.
"No, they're all in our phones. There's no backup!" The blue-haired man hurriedly explained.
"Alright, smash the phones." As Fang Yao spoke, Zhao Yu and the others crushed the phones on the ground. Blue Hair and the others lay on the ground, feeling terrible, but they did not dare to speak. Smashing the phones was better than hitting themselves.
