No wonder Yang Fan was restless.
After all, the opponent he was facing at this moment was not an ordinary criminal but a sanctimonious hypocrite, draped in the guise of a good man and wielding power.
This guy, although not powerful enough to cover the sky with one hand in Xin'an, certainly could with half a hand.
Only when things are set in stone could Yang Fan truly lie down in peace.
Even if his back was really sore right now.
But to wait for a result, he could put up with it a little longer.
Zhang Yulan took out her phone and walked to the window, speaking in a low voice.
Yang Fan also took out his phone.
But, it seemed to be busted.
His phone, tucked away in his pocket, was thoroughly stained with blood.
After wiping off the blood, it could be turned on, but the screen was unresponsive.
Yang Fan was trying to make a call, but other apps would open instead, souring his mood in an instant.
Committing a sin, got into a fight, and now even lost a phone to it.
