Undoubtedly, Ye Xiaofei was surrounded. Yuan Qiqi nearly choked to death but a smile crept upon his lips.
He could finally die a few days later. With his connections and some money to smooth things over, his future was still secure. The police had such perfect timing—as if they were his reborn parents, timing wasn't as important as the sheer luck of their arrival.
Ye Xiaofei heard Yuan Qiqi's cold laugh, the murderous intent in his eyes once again became prominent as he slowly raised his fist and thumped it repeatedly on Yuan Qiqi's forehead.
Yuan Qiqi's cheeks swelled, blood flowed from his nostrils, and his eyelids turned a deep shade of purple; he had never expected Ye Xiaofei to suddenly lash out.
The police hadn't expected it either, Ye Xiaofei didn't want to fight, but he couldn't hold himself back.
"Did you not hear me tell you to stop?"
A cold voice reached Ye Xiaofei's ears as Lu Shuang swiftly approached and said coldly.
"I was defending myself."
