But, just as they were about to step forward, Xia Mian gently coughed.
Everyone looked at Xia Mian, then at Wu Yong on the ground, now like a bloody gourd, and unanimously stepped back, no one went to stop Lu Zechuan.
They had witnessed what happened earlier at the door; the guy driving the yellow sports car was trying to run down their young mistress!
Taking advantage of the fact that the authorities hadn't arrived yet, since the young mistress wanted to vent her anger, let her vent her anger!
After Lu Zechuan's violent assault, Wu Yong on the ground gradually stopped moving.
Only then did Lu Zechuan slowly pull back his foot.
On the ground, Wu Yong was beaten so badly he had several ribs broken, his breath faint, his face swollen like a pig's head, with lips like two sausages; opening his mouth, he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to utter a single word.
"What are you standing there for! Call the police!" Xia Mian finally told the security guards.
