Song Yun pushed Hua Qingcheng aside and then shouted, "Just because you have people, does it mean you can rob people in the street? Is this still the people's world?"
Song Yun's shout immediately stirred up the anger of countless onlookers around, and they all glared at Zhao Min. For a moment, feeling the gaze like dynamic light beams, Zhao Min even felt a bit chilled on her back, while Song Yun seemed to be exploding, suddenly accelerating his pace and strength.
Bang bang bang.
Song Yun easily dealt with those bodyguards in a few moves, then looked at Zhao Min with a face full of pain, saying, "Our ancestors painstakingly fought for this land so that all the common people could receive respect. What kind of words did you just utter? What do you mean by **? Without us **, what would you eat and drink? Without our hard-earned money supporting you, where did you get this LV bag? Where did you get this mink coat? Huh? Just based on your monthly salary of two or three thousand?"
