"Motherfucker, get the hell out here." Bald Man jumped in front of Song Yun's jeep, kicked the car door, and shouted loudly.
Song Yun watched as the door dented in badly and nearly cried, distressed. Just yesterday Qingluan had left a handprint on the hood, and today the door was trashed. Damn it, you think I'm a pussy if I don't show my power?
Fuming, Song Yun glared and yelled, "Who the fuck are you? Why should I get out? Motherfucker, you kicked a dent in my door; pay up quickly."
Bald Man sneered repeatedly, pointing at Song Yun's nose, scolding, "You dumbass, do you know what I do? You dare trash my car, let me tell you, this place is deserted with little traffic usually, and even if you call the cops, they won't get here anytime soon. I'm gonna tear you apart today and fuck your girl right in front of you."
