Chapter 172

Wang Laoshi was startled too.

Over here, a few people moved with swift hands and quick eyes, snatching the phone straight out of Old Wang's hand.

On it, they found traces of an outgoing call.

Clearly, this was a piece of evidence.

"You killed me?"

"I've got no interest in killing you, but beating you up? I can still manage that."

"You dare—"

Before the words were finished, Xiang Qinqin hurled an ashtray over.

Everyone stared at Xiang Qinqin.

Xiang Qinqin said, "Um, I'm just an intern, I haven't been officially enrolled yet, so at most I'd get a scolding — it wouldn't count as damaging our officers' image."

The cameraman immediately clamped his hands over the camera.

Didn't see it, didn't see a thing, nobody saw a thing.

The screen on this side cut off, but faintly one could still hear the sounds of someone being held back.

"Qinqin, Qinqin, that's enough, don't be like this."

The one holding her back was Zhang Tianxiong.

"Holy crap, what are you doing?"

Hmm, seemed like there were others too.

"No, Qu Yiling, have you lost your mind? You guys... Xu Xintong, you're the oldest here, don't you know... Wait, Xu Xintong, put the stool down, let's talk this over nicely, nicely, you're all good kids, really, no need to go this far, don't ruin your own futures."

The cameraman and Zhang Tianxiong's group arrived at the scene. Chen Fan sat beside the car on his side, lighting up a cigarette.

His body was covered in fresh blood.

Zhang Tianxiong got out of the car and said, "Are you alright?"

"Nothing wrong, everyone's over there, cough cough."

"You're injured?"

Zhang Tianxiong hoisted Chen Fan up and started to run. Chen Fan said, "I'm not hurt, I'm just exhausted, alright? I'm not a professional fighter. The guys are all down."

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