The jury policeman turned his head to look and was instantly so scared that he dropped the hammer, because he saw Chen Zhihe's nose was deformed, feeling like the nasal bone was shattered.
"Brother Chen, what happened to you?"
Looking at Chen Zhihe, this jury policeman didn't know what was going on.
"I f*** your uncle!"
Chen Zhihe pinned the jury policeman to the ground, then swung fists the size of red bean paste, with left hooks and right hooks, beating the guy so much that he started to question his existence.
