On the way, Yang Yifan sternly warned, "I advise you not to mess around! This is Fucheng, if you dare to take me hostage, all the righteous forces of Fucheng won't let you get away with it! I suggest you recognize the reality and release me now! I might consider being lenient with you!"
Lin Shuang directly raised his hand and slapped him hard, "Smack!"
With a harsh slap, Yang Yifan lost two of his front teeth and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"You... you dare hit me?! I am a government official!!" Yang Yifan, covering his swollen and painfully red cheek, roared in anger.
Lin Shuang pressed the pen hard against his neck, "If you talk back again, believe me, I'll dare to kill you."
Yang Yifan was terrified and quickly shut his mouth.
Su Wanqiao was driving the Porsche Cayenne, speeding all the way.
Behind the Cayenne, the sirens wailed relentlessly, a bunch of police cars was in relentless pursuit.