C129 We're Sleeping

The lackeys ran off. After half an hour, a large van drove past, from it tens of lackeys carrying sticks dropped down, followed by a black Mercedes-Benz that stopped. Ma Wenqiang walked out with a cigarette in his mouth, completely domineering.

"Fuck, did that bastard hit my father-in-law?"

Zhang Xiaofann looked at Ma Wenqiang.

"Ma Wenqiang, on the account of Xiao Dao