Zhang Yiyi only felt an imnse strength in her hands, and after slapping the scamr three or four tis, she finally felt sowhat relieved.
When she was done and wanted to let go, she suddenly realized that the face of the tricycle driver was disgusting, and it seed stuck to her hand, not easy to shake off without applying force.
Curious in her heart, she swung both the person and her hand against the wall, and with a "bang", finally managed to throw him off.
"Ouch, hey, she’s hitting soone, she’s going to kill soone," the scamr, having been severely beaten, was groaning on the ground, with blood streaming from his nose and mouth.
Zhang Yiyi incredulously watched her own hand, no way, when did she beco so strong, beating up an adult man as if squashing a caterpillar.
"You, you stole things and dare to act tough on my turf," the security guard regained his composure, checked his hand, noticed his communicator was gone, quickly pulled out his security baton, and pointed it at the three: "You stole things and beat people. I’m calling the police now, let’s see what you out-of-towners can do!"
"Go ahead, hurry, call them now. Weren’t you just talking about going to jail? Now I rember, go ahead and call, all three of us are minors, under eighteen, I don’t believe you can get the police to lock us all up," Zhang Yiyi, hands on her hips, had a bold and unafraid look.
Xuerou and Xiao Xian couldn’t believe what they were seeing, not bad, after swallowing a colorful gecko, Yiyi really had beco enlightened, even knowing to use legal asures to defend her rights.
"You’ll see, minors?" The security guard heard Zhang Yiyi’s later words, and froze with the baton in his hand.
Minors, the tricycle driver who had been slapped several tis on the ground also covered his mouth, also stunned, what, these three who seed like robbers, all minors. Parents these days really are too irresponsible, letting three minors wander around, almost resorting to robbery and arson.
At that mont, the communicator snatched by Xuerou started to beep.
The security guard glared at Xuerou, snatched back the communicator, pressed the talk button. Realizing they were minors, this might be troubleso, looks like it was necessary to contact the children’s parents to discuss compensation.
"Captain, there’s been an incident here. The tenant upstairs stole... what," the security guard quickly glanced at the tricycle driver still groaning on the ground, his expression changing drastically.
Zhang Yiyi thought back on her actions, and belatedly felt scared, stepping closer to Xiao Xian and Xuerou. Xiao Xian gave her a thumbs up, and Xuerou also patted her hand, signaling not to be nervous.
"Okay, I’m upstairs, okay, bring people over, I’ll control the scene." The security guard hung up the phone, hesitated, and asked the tricycle driver on the ground: "Wang Rong, tell the truth, was your tricycle really stolen?"
"Really, just at the comrcial street at the front, it was these three hooligans who stole my tricycle, didn’t I tell you," the scamr finally managed to stand up, wiping the blood from his nose and mouth.
He and the security guard of Sunset District were childhood friends who grew up wearing the sa trousers; the guy made good, joining a security company, assigned to watch the gate at Sunset District.
Most of the residents here were well-off guests, and the tricycle driver had taken advantage of his childhood friend’s help by tricking, even extorting money from guests. He had tried many tis and never fallen, except for that ti with Xiao Xiansa, when he suffered a loss in silence.
"Stop talking, wait for the captain and the others to co up, then speak properly," the security guard had just finished speaking, when the elevator light turned red.
Earlier, the security captain who had intervened in the fight, ca in with a well-dressed wealthy-looking man in a suit and tie.
"Manager Dong, this is the electric tricycle driver, Wang Rong," the security captain introduced with a frown.
"Ah, my tricycle is found? Where is it?" the tricycle driver disregarded his sore face, asking anxiously.
"Where it is isn’t important, what’s important is that your tricycle damaged Manager Dong’s car, a BMW 7-series, just registered last month," the security captain said irritably.
"BMW 7-series? It wasn’t , my tricycle was stolen last night. It must have been her who crashed your car, it must have been," upon hearing it was a million-dollar BMW 7-series, let alone whether his tricycle could damage the car, even a touch on a headlight or a broken bumper would be enough to ruin him financially.
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