Zheng Dazhi saw Ye Tian standing at the doorway, both hands carrying weapons, his heart leapt into his throat, the scene from last night flickering through his mind like a movie, this man is a crazy bastard!
"Old Man Zheng, is it him?"
The police standing behind Zheng Dazhi asked, pointing at Ye Tian. Zheng Dazhi did not speak and just looked at Ye Tian.
"Officer, this is my car, the chickens in front of the car are my purchase, the in the back of the car is my dog, and what I'm holding in my hand is my household crowbar. What, you have a problem?"
Ye Tian's arrogant demeanor pulled Zheng Dazhi back from his fear. On the way here, he had already thought about how to deal with this, knowing the bulletproof vest he was wearing wasn't for nothing. If they dared to touch him, that would be assaulting a police officer, minimal a sentence of ten to eight years, or at worst, a direct execution by shooting.
