Zhang Jingsong was panicked, he urgently aimed his gun at Ren Feifan and began calling for backup with his radio: "Suspect located, I'm three hundred meters northwest."
"You're done for, you dare to hit me, do you know who I am?" Zhang Jingsong called for backup and then took a long breath, his voice full of confidence.
"I don't care who you are, and don't tell me who your dad is either, even if your dad happens to be the King of Heaven himself, I, Ren Feifan, will still beat you! Also, you can't possibly be a real cop, right? I know a few cops and none of them are like you."
Ren Feifan slapped him again and this time, Zhang Jingsong was truly frightened.
"Ah," screamed Zhang Jingsong. He then threatened, "You're dead meat! My father is going to lock you up, I'm going to kill you!"
The next moment, his hand was empty and he suddenly felt the cold hard nozzle of a gun against his forehead.
