C92 Get out of My Sight

At first, Zhang San didn't want to admit it, but he saw Jin Zuo lighting a cigarette and playing with the electric baton in his hand.

His face fell as he begged for mercy.

"Sir, I'm sorry. A long-haired beauty gave me the money and told me to make this call!"

"Where is she now?"

Jin Zuo let out a puff of smoke, as he clearly knew who the long-haired beauty was