Qi Tianlong sat on the ground, one hand holding the back of his head, the other covering his mouth, staring blankly at the Bentley more than twenty meters away, which had been crushed by Li Yifei. This car was bought through proper channels, not some smuggled vehicle, so it wasn't cheap. Qi Tianlong's parents had it transported from the south; you need a decent car to get things done here. A Bentley is high-end enough that you won't lose face when you need to go out.
But... how could such a car become a pile of scrap metal in less than a minute? Well, calling it scrap metal isn't quite right; it's not that damaged, but at least it can't be driven anymore.
At this moment, Qi Tianlong had already ignored the physical pain. He felt as though he had been poked with a needle in the rear, and his body shivered as he pointed at the Knight Fifteen driving further away, shouting, "I want to report this to the authorities, I want to call the police, I want to..."
