Xu Zhiqiang's calculation seemed quite satisfactory to him. His own mother had been infuriated to death by him, and at this moment, as he came with the police, just a glimpse of his mother's corpse would mean that Ding Fan and the others would definitely be unable to explain themselves clearly, even if they were covered in mouths.
At this moment, Xu Zhiqiang was the very picture of a petty man taking pleasure in his success, trotting along at the front to lead the way.
Xu Zhiqiang was now eagerly anticipating the sight of Ding Fan and the others being taken away by the police. The memory of Ding Fan stepping on him made Xu Zhiqiang feel extremely irked.
Trying to act tough in front of me, I'll make you die without knowing how you died.
However, just as Xu Zhiqiang was about to open the door, the scene he saw made him completely dumbfounded...
"How... how is this possible?!"