"There's no evidence proving which side is genuine."
"Simple, these kinds of things are my specialty."
Ren Feng smiled slightly as he looked at the person groaning on the ground, shouting in pain, but his eyes were squinted like he was sneakily observing the unfolding events.
Moreover, although he shouted in pain, he still had the energy to roll around.
This acting is a bit over-the-top.
Ren Feng squatted down and looked at this con artist.
"Where does it hurt?"
"Here, here."
"Is your waist hurting?" Ren Feng asked.
"And here, here, here." The con artist was pointing randomly on his body, "My whole body hurts, oh, it's killing me, he must pay, he hit me, this matter won't be settled easily."
The car owner stood to the side, and the con artist shakily pointed at the car owner, "You hit, hit me, pay, pay."
Ren Feng found it amusing, con artistry, they really know how to play.
"Bro, in my opinion, he indeed hit you, so he should pay for this matter."
