An Ning spat indignantly. With a THUMP, he threw open the car door and got out, swaggering as he stood to the side holding his phone.
"Listen up! I may be by myself, but I've been on the phone the whole time. If you dare touch me, I'll make sure you regret it!"
An Ning projected an air of idiotic arrogance—the kind that says, 'I might not have any real skills, but don't mess with me.'
Honestly, this type of person was easy to look down on, so the inspectors checked his car quickly.
After opening the rear of the car and confirming no one could be hiding inside, they let An Ning go.
Still holding his phone, An Ning snorted defiantly, putting on a show. "Hah! They didn't even dare to search me properly. See? I told you I own this neighborhood."
Still full of bluster, An Ning got back in his car, his chin held so high it nearly touched the sky. The car peeled out, disappearing in a puff of exhaust.
