"Aiya! Aiyaya ..."
In a pet shop that sold dogs on antique Street, a long-haired dog seller screamed, but his screams couldn't stop him from being beaten. As he was beaten, he spat out two bloody teeth in a row.
There were a few other people in the shop, but none of them dared to step forward.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, master ..." The dog vendor begged for mercy."I shouldn't have taken your phone. I ... I thought you would never come back up after jumping into the White poplar River ... I was wrong, wuwuwu ..."
In the end, the dog dealer even started crying.
"Yes, sir!" Wang Shuai, who was dressed in plain clothes, couldn't stand it anymore. He quickly advised,"if you continue to hit him like this, he will be killed!"
"Hmph!" Zhao Yu looked at his lost mobile phone, snorted at the dog dealer, and scolded,"you motherf * cker, I hate people like you the most in my life!