"At a time like this, still daring to think about women?" Director Su. He signaled to the two people beside him, and they immediately came over with hideous smiles, punching and kicking Wang Dadong.
"Ouch, stop it, stop it."
"Scared now, aren't you?"
"Stop it, you're tickling me to death," Wang Dadong laughed.
At this point, the two police officers realized that their fists were unbearably sore, swollen as if they hadn't been hitting a human, but a steel plate.
"Kid, you've got tough skin, but you're unlucky to have met me. Xiao Deng, bring my toolbox," Director Su sneered as he lit a cigarette and leisurely smoked.
Shortly, a dark green toolbox, one and a half feet long and two inches high, was placed on the table. The two police officers chuckled evilly, "Director, enjoy your playtime."
The two police officers left, leaving only Wang Dadong, King Kong, and Director Su in the room.
Director Su leisurely finished his cigarette before opening the toolbox.
