"What an idiot!" The guests were mocking Chu Feng. They thought he did not have long to live, yet he was still talking about "justice."
"Only a fool would dare to provoke Deputy Inspector Wang!"
"He might be acting arrogantly now, but when the police arrive, I'm sure he'll be wetting his pants and begging for mercy."
"I'd like to see him do that before he's dragged away. It'll be a sight to behold."
The people spoke loudly to please Lu Ba and lend support to Wang Hu.
Lu Ba laughed heartily and took a sip of tea. He looked at Chu Feng like a caged bird on display.
Wang Hu was greatly flattered. The guests' praises satisfied his ego.
"Now, I'll give you a chance to apologize. You'd better fall on your knees now, and I might consider forgiving you. You'll have to think fast though, you won't get this opportunity once my men arrive!" Wang Hu said and lit a cigarette. The faint glow of the lit end made his face even more menacing.
"Hahaha!" Everyone laughed.
By this point, it was more like a celebration of Chu Feng's imminent death. Everyone couldn't wait to see the drama unfold.
Chu Feng looked around him and stretched his limbs. "Oh? It's already eleven o'clock. I should go home and coax my daughter to sleep. What bedtime story should I tell her? 'The Little Red Riding Hood' or 'Snow White'?"
He took his phone and sent a message to Yang Jingyu. "Move out. Let's get this done quickly."
"You brazen fool!" Wang Hu said menacingly.
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