The onlookers' attention shifted as Zhao Xingfeng and others arrived.
The man lying on the ground with his face covered in blood grabbed Zhao Xingfeng's hand, shaking it repeatedly, posing entirely as a victim.
"So you're saying you weren't hit by the car?" Zhao Xingfeng pulled his hand from the man's grasp, frowning as he asked.
The man wiped his tears, pitifully said, "No, I'm just afraid that the people in the car will run away, so I lay in front of the car. Officer, believe me, I'm not faking it, everyone here can testify for me."
Zhao Xingfeng suddenly took an interest, having heard Xiao Feng say earlier that the crowd could testify for him; now the self-proclaimed "victim" claimed the same, something was definitely off.
At this time, Xiao Feng walked over: "You claim someone from our car hit you, who was it?"
"No matter 'sue' who, definitely 'sue' the people in your car!" The man pointed to his front teeth, speaking with a lisp, whether intentionally or not.
