Everyone was talking at once, and even Ding Yang was feeling overwhelmed.
"Don't worry, the incident today will never happen again," Ding Yang said. Suddenly, he turned around, his gaze landing on Zhang Fan who was tiptoeing, and an expression of mischievous pleasure flashed across his face.
"Today, I want to thank someone here. If it wasn't for him, our operation probably wouldn't have gone so smoothly."
As soon as Ding Yang finished speaking, a group of journalists immediately bombarded him with questions.
"Chief Ding, where is the person you're talking about?"
"Who is he? Is he here?"
"Could it be the street racer?"
The last question awakened everyone around.
Street racing!
This was undoubtedly the hottest topic of the day.
While not everyone might know about the criminal activities, as long as one had a cellphone, they would surely be aware of the street racing.
God damn, racing with an armored car was unprecedented.
