His cover blown, the ruffian was disgraced and became furiously embarrassed.
"Everyone here is reasonable. You hit someone and think you can get away without paying? There's no such cheap deal. Since you don't want to settle privately, then call the police. Let the traffic police handle this."
The ruffian's face lifted, spittle flying.
Suyun and Hong Jiaxin were still trying to reason with the ruffian, but Luo Yang got out of the car. Without saying a word, he kicked the ruffian's shin.
With a thud, the ruffian knelt on one knee, grimacing in pain, unable to stand up for a moment.
Luo Yang wasn't exactly an underworld figure, but he understood the nature of these hooligans well. Arguing with a thug was like a scholar facing soldiers, reason would not prevail. In front of thugs, fists were more convincing than words. Now, a swift kick saved a lot of arguments.
