In the room, the man with the duckbill cap had already been beaten to a pulp and was lying on the ground groaning in pain.
Shao Ming entered holding a knife and asked coldly, "Did he confess?"
The Darts Leader replied, "He's a stalker fan."
Shao Ming furrowed his brows slightly, "Su Lingzhi or James?"
"James. He said Miss Su stole his people, and he's got a murderous intent."
Shao Ming's lips twisted into a stiff smile as he looked down at the man on the floor, his eyes full of disdain and disbelief.
He knew things were open abroad, but today he had truly seen it all.
He thought the man would be formidable, but with such rudimentary skills, he dared to come here and cause trouble.
After being at a loss for words for a long time, he finally blurted out, "Quite bold, he must be a madman."
The Darts Leader asked, "How should we handle it?"
"Throw him to the police."
