No regrets.
She profited.
Thinking of this, Zhao Jingrong's lips curled into a gratifying smile.
Heavens were kind to her.
In the end, the heavens were not cruel to her.
At this moment, the police officers broke in, "Let go! Let go now!"
With the collective strength of seven or eight officers, Zhao Yu finally released her grip.
Zhao Jingrong's face was pale, looking like she was about to breathe her last. She taunted Zhao Yu, "You little bastard! If you have the guts, kill me then! Come on! Kill me! Kill me and avenge that bitch Ni Yang!"
"Ah!" Zhao Yu, already in a state of extreme anger, couldn't tolerate such provocation, breaking free from the restraint of two officers as she charged toward Zhao Jingrong.
Seeing this, two tall officers quickly rushed over, one of them delivering a chop to Zhao Yu's neck.
Given the circumstances, they could understand Zhao Yu's feelings.
Zhao Jingrong would face legal punishment, but if Zhao Yu acted, it would be different.
