Zhao Ziliang's face turned completely white when he saw what was happening. He didn't know if Hao Jian was bluffing him, but intuition told him that it might be better not to try.
Zhao Ziliang struggled to move his body, attempting to crawl away from the front of Hao Jian's car, his eyes flickering with hatred and resentment.
But he had been beaten too badly by Hao Jian; not to mention standing up, even moving slightly was very difficult, and he could only slowly crawl away from the front of Hao Jian's car bit by bit.
Watching this scene, Hao Jian counted very seriously:
"One"
"Ten!"
Screech!
Hao Jian directly started the sedan and drove over it.
"Ahhhh. Bastard, bastard, ten seconds, what about the promised ten seconds, my... my legs!"
Immediately after, the shrill screams of Zhao Ziliang in absolute agony were heard from behind. It wasn't long since Hao Jian had crippled Zheng Fei, and today he had crippled Zhao Ziliang as well.
