"Ah..." A cry of fear suddenly erupted from Li Jingru's mouth.
He was about to pounce on Li Jingru.
Just at that moment, a strong and powerful hand, lightning-quick, grabbed his neck, held him mid-air, and tilted his whole body toward the ground.
"Hmph! You rascal, you actually dare to feign death! And you dare to meddle in my business, you're asking for death!" A cold glint flashed in the cab driver's eyes.
He swung his fist, fiercely aiming it at Zhang Xiaohao's head.
Crack!
Zhang Xiaohao's right palm suddenly exerted force, clutching his neck.
"Ah!" A pig-like scream immediately erupted from his mouth.
The two fists he had swung out were now suspended in mid-air.
Zhang Xiaohao put his left hand on the ground and leisurely stood up from the ground.
He held him by the neck and, with a fierce arm movement, slammed him toward the ground.
Bang!
A massive force struck his body, causing him to yell in pain like a dead dog.
Crack, crack, crack...
