"You little brat, are you deliberately playing tricks on me?" Da Ming said fiercely.
Song Dabai shook his head, he wasn't pretending, he really had a terrible stomachache.
His feet were still tied, making it hard to stand, and he toppled over to the ground, unable to get up, covered in dirt.
"Damn it! Get up now!" Da Ming grabbed Song Dabai from the ground, "You little brat, come with me!"
Song Dabai sniffed and said, "Uncle, my feet are still tied, how can I walk?"
"Ugh! Troublesome!"
Da Ming spat and had no choice but to untie the ropes on Song Dabai's feet, then pointed to another car, saying, "Go sit in that car!"
"Okay."
Song Dabai responded.
He turned and walked towards the car, but after a few steps, he mustered all his strength and dashed forward.
"Hey, you brat, you actually want to run? Wei-Zai, are you daft? Quick, chase him!" Da Ming shouted.
The two of them abandoned their car and quickly jumped out to chase Dabai.
