"It's over, the police are here!"
"Right? They have guns too!"
"I told you Huang Dongqiang is not someone to mess with, these guys are in big trouble now!"
There were sounds of shock, awe, and astonishment all around.
"How dare you mess with me, you're all dead today!"
With a cold snort in his heart, Huang Dongqiang struggled to get up.
"Uncle, you finally made it!"
Huang Dongqiang's face lit up with joy, he quickly walked up to the middle-aged fat man, grabbed his arm, and with a mix of grievance and anger, pointed at Chu Mo, saying, "Uncle, it's this guy who hit me!"
"Oh?"
The middle-aged fat man smiled faintly, as if possessing a sense of authority, looked towards Chu Mo, and snorted coldly, "You hit someone and still sitting so calmly?"
"So, what do you suggest I do?" Chu Mo smiled coldly.
"Ha!"
The middle-aged fat man laughed angrily and mockingly, fury in his eyes, and said, "If I were you, I'd kneel down and apologize to my nephew!"
"Heh!"