Da Zhuang was taken aback, not expecting anyone to dare to speak to him like that.
He looked at Ling Feng twice, then sneered and said, "Kid, you can't even afford a car, yet you dare to act so arrogantly?"
"What's this got to do with a car?"
Ling Feng was speechless, glancing at the Land Rover. The right side of the car did indeed have some scratches, but they weren't from just now. It was clearly this guy trying to blackmail people!
So he sneered, then said, "Kid, I'm in a hurry. Drive away immediately, and let's just call it a day with this!"
"Make me leave?"
Upon hearing that, Da Zhuang, relying on his strong and robust build, went around the taxi directly towards Ling Feng: "Are you looking to get beaten up?"
The opponent's fist was not small, but it posed no threat to Ling Feng, so he just looked on coldly, not moving at all.
That Da Zhuang was also a headstrong youth, relying on someone's influence, arrogantly grabbed Ling Feng's collar.
