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Two police cars stopped nearby, their doors opened, and seven or eight fully armed, efficient personnel stepped out.
The twenty or so thugs who were initially lying on the ground had mostly stopped their wailing, but after Zhang Er Chun gave a signal, they began to howl loudly again.
Some clutched their chests, rolling back and forth; others held their legs, tears streaming down their faces.
They were all screaming about dying, saying life was worse than death.
The officers frowned deeply upon seeing this.
Zhang Er Chun went up to one of them, and with a "wa" he burst into tears.
While wiping away his tears, he said, "Brother Zhi, my life is really miserable, more bitter than coptis, orphaned from a young age, and now... now even my grandma has died at the hands of this quack doctor, and this guy is obstructing us from seeking justice with that quack!"
"He beat my well-meaning brothers into this state..."
"I've let my brothers down, I'm really useless."
