C1239 Replace It with Huasu(2)

The fat policeman pointed with his thick and short fingers. "You go, I won't tell you. If you know what's good for you, get the hell out of here."

Lu Zifeng reached out his hand and snatched the receipt from the traffic policeman's hand. Surprisingly, there was no stamp on it. There were blank ones on it, and there were also opened deposits. There were a lot of names and different numbers