"What do you mean?"
Chen Fang asked, looking up.
Tao Zhengyi snorted coldly and said, "What do I mean? You were barking pretty well just now, weren't you? Try barking again and see. You're not being a good person; you insist on being a dog. Comfortable now?"
"When you said those words, did you think about the consequences?"
Chen Fang asked.
Tao Zhengyi looked disdainful.
He retorted, "Consequences? What consequences? This is my territory, are you afraid of hitting me?"
After he finished speaking.
He moved his face closer to Chen Fang, provocatively patted it, and said mockingly, "Come on, hit me. I'll give you a chance. As long as you take action, I can make sure you'll rot in prison. Don't believe it? Try it."
Chen Fang took a deep breath.
He didn't say a word.
He directly took out his phone and dialed the number of Secretary of the Municipal Committee, Lian Jie.
As soon as the call connected.
