The female officer who rushed over to stop Ling Yun from beating someone up was shell-shocked as she looked at Sun Xing. He was curled up on the ground with his face swollen and covered in blood, barely alive.
How did he go from being arrogant to being barely alive in the blink of an eye?
Ling Yun and Xue Meining smiled at each other as they walked past the female officer from both sides and ran straight towards the dying old man.
Zhuang Meifeng had already gotten off the BMW. Even though the silver needles on her neck and shoulders were a little inconvenient, they did not hinder her movements.
It was no wonder that Sun Xing had come all the way to Qingshui City from Beijing, Zhuang Meifeng was truly an eye-catching beauty.
She was approximately 1.69 meters tall and had long maroon-colored hair that resembled a waterfall. All of that along with her matured and sexy body, she attracted the gaze of all the pedestrians.