"Ah! Stop hitting me, I was wrong! I admit I stole the phone! Ah!"
The middle-aged man screamed miserably, yet Zhong Ming didn't care. After a few punches, the middle-aged man passed out.
"Ah! He's killed someone!" a passenger shouted in fear.
"Don't scream nonsense, the person just passed out," Zhong Ming said impatiently, thinking these people were too timid.
In the army, the most despised are the cowardly.
"Then call the police, get him arrested!"
"What if we drive straight to the police station? There's one nearby."
"No way, I have things to do, I can't be delayed!"
As the passengers saw the middle-aged man faint, they began to discuss, with some justice-minded ones demanding his arrest.
At this time, the bus arrived at the station, and Ye Qingfeng got off first, as if it had nothing to do with him.
"This young man, so indifferent, with no sense of justice!"
"Exactly, when he got cursed by this guy earlier, he was too scared to even look. What a coward!"
