It was a young man, clad in expensive attire, with a bleeding wound on his head.
At that moment, as he wiped the liquid from his forehead, his expression grew even uglier. He pulled a baseball bat from the car and strode toward them.
As soon as he approached, he smashed the car's window with a loud bang and cursed, "Get out, get the fuck out of the car—!"
The teammates inside the car paled, and then they all got out one after another.
Although it was Zha Xi who had crashed into the car, they were teammates, a united front. Furthermore, Zha Xi hadn't done it on purpose, so no matter what, they weren't going to let Zha Xi bear the responsibility alone.
Zha Xi also got out of the car, and looking at the man with an ashen face, he moved his lips:
"...I'm very sorry for crashing into your car, but I hope you can speak calmly. I've already called the traffic police. Let's wait for them to make a judgment. If compensation is needed, I won't avoid my responsibility..."
