C912 Death Cicada King

After Zhao Feng punched again, he let go of his hand and raised his injured arm. "He injured me first. I did it out of protection. The surrounding stall owners can prove it."

The law enforcement officer who spoke just now gave Zhao Feng a deep look. He could believe what he said. The wound on Zhao Feng's arm was not deep at all. It was only a layer of skin.

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