"Well..."
Zhang Dazhi couldn't afford to piss off Nalan Wuxia, so he backed off, however; he wouldn't just let Qin Haodong go without a fight, so he secretly poked the bald man beside him.
The bald middle-aged man read the sign immediately. Whoever Nalan Wuxia was, after all, she was police, and he was a victim who had lost his car.
He stepped forward and said, "Madam, that is my car and that man is a robber, so you can't just let him go."
Zhang Dazhi secretly smug. He was really glad to see how she would collect the mess because a policeman shall never let go of a robber before a victim.
"How much is your car?" Nalan Wuxia asked coldly.
"250,000!" The bald man replied subconsciously.
"There is 300,000 yuan in this card. I'll pay for the car. Now back off."
After that Nalan
