"You're insane!"
WHOOSH! SCRAPE! BANG! THUD!
In the blink of an eye, the gust of wind from the Range Rover threw Ma Ningyuan to the side of the road. He landed in an embarrassing face-plant, his nose gushing with blood!
"Brother."
"Young Master Ma!"
At this moment, a stunned Ma Beimu and Shen Zhao finally reacted, rushing out from the crowd.
"Bastard!"
Struggling to his feet, Ma Ningyuan, who had just had a brush with death, was furious. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "I'm going to kill him! I'm going to chop him into eight pieces and feed him to the dogs!"
"We must kill him." Ma Beimu, who was just as frightened, was furious. "He deserves to die!"
Qin Lin, oh Qin Lin, I knew you couldn't resist colliding with Young Master Ma. Watching the chaotic confession scene, Shen Zhao, having successfully provoked the conflict, had eyes brimming with excitement and a cold gleam.
"You were too impulsive just now, you nearly—"
