"Zhang Xiaofan, you... you actually dare to fight back, I'll get Zhao Tiezhu to sort you out!"
Having said that, a panicked Ma Changhe took out his mobile phone.
"There's no need to call, Zhao Tiezhu is already gone," Zhang Xiaofan said.
The voice that came from Ma Changhe's phone was: The number you have dialed is not reachable, please try again later.
He didn't believe Zhang Xiaofan's words and continued to call Zhao Tiezhu.
But the result was still the same.
"Zhao Tiezhu and his son were taken away by the police yesterday, if you want to call him over, I can call the police station for you."
Zhang Xiaofan's words carried an underlying message.
"What! Zhao Tiezhu was taken away by the police?"
"Impossible!"
Ma Changhe didn't believe it, thinking Zhang Xiaofan was boasting.
Immediately, he began dialing another number.
Then, his expression changed, his face filled with disbelief.
Ma Changhe looked at Zhang Xiaofan warily: "I know what Zhao Tiezhu is capable of."
