Not long after, Yang Shusheng lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, looking miserable and pathetic, like a bullied little kid, snot and tears flowing, crying with deep sadness and grievance.
Moments later, Yang Shusheng came to his senses, gritting his teeth as if he wanted to eat Xiaobao alive, shouting fiercely, "You brat, just wait, I'll make sure you rot in prison!"
Xiaobao raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "You struck first, I defended—it makes perfect sense, doesn't it?"
"Really? Do you know who I am? I've got plenty of buddies in the police over there!" Yang Shusheng had some connections with them.
But this statement made Xiaobao's eyes turn cold: "In that case, I'll simply defend excessively!"
With that said, Xiaobao took just two steps to stand before the terrified Yang Shusheng, easily lifting him up with one hand.
Suddenly, he used his body to block the security camera in the corner.
