"Can you speak with a little conscience?" Jia Zizai asked. "You accidentally had a nasty fall when I just happened to pass by. You got up and scolded me. I argued with you for a few moments, and then you started a fight. I simply fought back, but you weren't my match. It's as simple as that. Don't confuse right and wrong. You can't break traffic rules just because you drive a BMW. Isn't that right, Officer?"
"You ..." After listening, Director Zheng took a deep breath but said nothing. He remained silent. He found that the man in front of him was as eloquent as a stand-up comic performing in Tiaoqiao. His eloquence was better than the average person.
"Well, there is no video or witnesses," a police officer said. "Mr. Zheng, can you think of any more details?"
