"I'm not scared, just spit it out already!"
The bald man took a deep breath, fighting back the fear in his heart, and asked.
"Alright!"
Chen Feng nodded, then pointed at his Audi Q7's door and the dent made by the bald man hitting it with a brick, smiling as he said, "You've bashed my car like this, you should at least pay for the repairs, right? How about it, I'm being reasonable, aren't I? I said no beating, so there's no beating!"
Hearing this, the bald man nearly spat out a mouthful of blood in frustration, thinking:
You call this reasonable? How big a dent did I make? And how big a dent did you make in my car? My car's entire front hood is ruined!
And here I haven't even asked you for compensation, yet you have the nerve to demand it from me?
Could you possibly be any more shameless?
The more the bald man thought about it, the angrier he became, his teeth grinding audibly.
