"Do you know where you went wrong?" Zhang Xiaohao stopped slapping and said.
"Big Brother, I was wrong, please just let me go!" the driver begged for mercy.
Slap!
"I'm asking you a question! Where did you go wrong?" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"I shouldn't have driven an unlicensed taxi, nor should I have overcharged passengers, let alone taken them on roundabout routes! And I definitely shouldn't have tampered with the meter," the driver said.
Slap! Slap!
Zhang Xiaohao slapped him from both sides, cursing angrily, "You've got some nerve! Were you trying to cheat people to their graves?"
With that, he struck again.
"Big brother, stop hitting me, please, I beg you. If you keep going, I'll be ruined," the driver said through tears.
"Tell me, how much money have you made through illegal violence?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"Not, not much."
"Damn! Not talking, huh? Looks like you won't shed tears without seeing the coffin! Still up to no good!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
