Watching his selfie-taking antics, Zhou Yao was at a loss for words. Hearing his mumblings to himself only added to his distress.
After taking his selfie, satisfied, he suddenly walked over to the flowerbed, looked around, and after a while picked up a brick from inside. Zhou Yao's face darkened and he was ready to open the car door to get out.
"Let him smash it."
Secretary Zhou stopped his actions completely, watching helplessly as Jian Long, this useless person, smashed the brick in his hand onto the car hood.
Bam—
A loud noise, like a clap of thunder on a clear day.
Jian Long seemed to be terrified by his own actions, scrambling and stumbling as he ran into the building.
Some curious onlookers stretched their necks to look outside, seeing a brick still lying on a luxury car downstairs. Someone remarked disapprovingly, "Who's so shameless, the scoundrel, they'll get what's coming to them."
"Whose car is it that's been damaged?"
"President Bo's..."
