"Damn it, you dare to threaten me when you're about to die." Lin Chen immediately continued punching and kicking.
Poor Thomson, who had entered the scene as a gentleman, was now beaten by Lin Chen to the point where his whole body was bruised, his face swollen like a pig's head, and his clothes covered in footprints.
"How should we handle him?" Zhao Jingxue asked.
Lin Chen snorted coldly, "The police can't hold this kind of person. I'll interrogate him thoroughly first, then hand him over to the special unit."
At that moment, not far away, two tall foreigners stared over coldly.
"Elle, let's go and rescue Thomson," said a blonde, blue-eyed woman.
"No, that guy is too strong for us. We can't beat him," Elle said coldly.
"Then what do we do? We can't just watch Thomson get caught," Elle said anxiously.
