The kick dislocated the black car driver's internal organs, making him slide off the vehicle and hit the ground, clutching his stomach and dry heaving for a long time.
After Li Yifei delivered the kick, he didn't stop. He walked over, grabbed the black car driver, and tossed him next to the driver's door, coldly saying, "Open the trunk."
Holding a grown man with one hand, without even breaking a sweat, just by this strength alone, the black car driver knew he had messed with a tough guy this time. But he wasn't afraid; the Capital City was right under the emperor's feet, full of big officials and capable people. Even ordinary people of the Capital City looked down on outsiders.
So despite taking a couple of hits, the black car driver was still defiant. He forced himself to stand up, glaring at Li Yifei with hatred, cursing, "You little shit, I swear you're done for. You dare hit me, do you even know who I am?"
