On Hanchqiao Street, under the desolate night sky, a group of juvenile delinquents gathered.
Inside a white Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon, Zhuang Jianhui looked out the window at the arrogant young men. One of them held a steel pipe, tapping it leisurely against the glass. At that moment, Zhuang Jianhui felt a strange, dull pain in his arm.
Zhuang Jianhui lowered the window, his handsome face displaying a sincere apology: "Brothers, I'm really sorry. We didn't see the road clearly just now."
Chapter 875