As Zhao Yang spoke, the Dog clutched his own stomach, struggling desperately on the ground. He couldn't believe that Zhao Yang, covered in blood and looking as if he was about to keel over, could suddenly become lucid and stab him in return!
What he didn't realize was that the blood covering Zhao Yang was Xu Hui's!
"Can I even compare with you?" Xia Feng laughed and cursed shamelessly.
Just then, the sound of police sirens suddenly erupted in the distance, and both Zhao Yang and Xia Feng turned their heads to look as two vans sped towards them.
"If we were counting on them, you'd have been beaten to death by now!" Xia Feng cursed.
"The car was broken; it's not their fault," Zhao Yang said with a smile.
Soon, two police cars stopped nearby, and as the doors flew open, seven or eight police officers rushed out. The sight that met them left them utterly stunned!
