"Son of a bitch, you bunch of ants, how dare you arrest me..."
Hou Yuanhui, handcuffed, was shouting loudly.
His body was still struggling.
A couple of officers, for the moment, could hardly control him.
Seeing this.
Chen Fang stepped forward, one hand wrapping around Hou Yuanhui's shoulder and with a twist, a loud clank echoed as Hou Yuanhui face-planted into the ground, grimacing in pain from the fall.
This scene terrified Zhao Yiping and the others.
After all, Hou Yuanhui was the eldest grandson of the Hou Family.
Even provincial and municipal leaders would show him some courtesy upon meeting, yet Chen Fang just laid hands on him directly.
They gasped in shock.
And wanted to curse out loud.
But Chen Fang's foot was already pressing down on his neck, making it hard for him to breathe.
"Ants, then let's allow you the pleasure of experiencing the wrath of ants for the coming time. Take him away!"
At the command.
The police officers dragged Hou Yuanhui up.
