"Bastard, I'm not a robber. The robber has run away, go chase him," Lin Chuan hissed angrily.
"Haha, don't think you can divert our attention," Chen Jianjun grinned, "Don't think you can escape like this, kid. Brothers, keep a close eye on this guy. As long as we catch him, we can catch the other robbers."
With five or six police officers holding their pistols, Lin Chuan had no confidence he could escape under the watchful eyes of so many. The environmental factors on the scene, the psychological factors, including the number of the opposition, even a brilliant escapologist would find it hard to escape from their clutches.
Just as the opposition was closing in on him, Lin Chuan made his move.
What Chen Jianjun and the others didn't expect was that in such a situation, Lin Chuan would still dare to resist.
Bang...
Lin Chuan kicked a police officer flying and his iron fist smashed into another officer's face.
Whoosh...
