Zhao Yang clapped his hands on their shoulders, and both of them shuddered immediately, goosebumps rising all over their backs!
However, in the next second, they felt nothing else except for the stinging pain from Zhao Yang's slap; there were no strange sensations!
The two men looked at Zhao Yang with astonished faces, only to find him still smiling, and he said, "I told you, don't be nervous, what's there to be tense about?"
"What, what exactly do you want to do?"
Wu Mei's lips trembled nervously, and if Zhao Yishan, his old man, were here, he would not believe his eyes!
Initially like ferocious demons, all fierce and arrogant, at this moment they were completely like startled birds, terrified that Zhao Yang might slap them to death with his palm!
Zhao Yang glanced outside the window, then said to the two, "The cops will be here soon, you two just cooperate nicely. I need a favor from you, which really isn't much,"
