As Liu Zhiyu's voice diminished, everyone's expressions underwent a significant change. This reminded me of something. Liu Zhiyu dared to be so arrogant not because of himself, but because of his uncle.
"Uncle... my hand is broken..." At this moment, Liu Zhiyu had altered his sorrowful tone to call his uncle.
For a moment, the scene paused.
On the other end, Yang Liancheng, who received Liu Zhiyu's call, was furious. Had he been too quiet in the past few years, so everyone thought they could step on him?
In the morning, his sister was beaten like that. After all, the other party was someone important, he could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger.
Now his nephew was beaten again, his hand was broken, damn it, he must make him pay the price.
"Turn around, go to the Public Security Bureau!" Yang Liancheng said coldly to the driver.
"Yes, Mr. Yang."
"Rumble..."
The roar of the engine got closer, and a stretched Mercedes-Benz roared into view.
