Immediately after, a series of violent bashes echoed from the vehicle.
What in the world happened?
Ouyang Feifei hadn't gotten the chance to run over when right away the car door was swung open. Two colleagues sitting in the back, their faces expressing pure horror, scrambled out of the car, shouting, "Director Ouyang, someth...something bizarre is happening! Sikong Yan, he's...he's hurting himself like a madman! You need to look at this – if someone doesn't stop him, he's going to kill himself!"
Truth be told, Ouyang Feifei was tempted to reprimand these two subordinates. After all, they were policemen, yet they were panicking like this. Is this acceptable?
But, when Ouyang Feifei approached for a closer look, she drew a sharp breath. By this time, Sikong Yan had calmed down, but his face contorted with ferocity, snarling like a man suffering from rabies. The vehicle door was severely dented from his head bashing against it, and his head was now drenched in blood.
