When Chen Xiao pried open Deng Xiang's palm.
The carriage fell into silence.
Deng Hu looked at his son's hand, which had been pried open so easily, in disbelief, as if experiencing it for the first time in his life.
But immediately, before everyone could react to this scene, Deng Xiang already cried out in pain.
"My hand!"
"Let... let go!"
Deng Xiang shouted loudly.
Chen Xiao glanced at him coldly before saying:
"President Deng, you obviously know I'm a police officer, yet you attempted to murder President Hu right in front of me. You do realize I can charge you just on that alone."
Deng Xiang gritted his teeth: "I didn't do anything to him, but you almost broke my hand!"
Chen Xiao took another hand and tapped Deng Xiang's head three times:
"Don't worry, I won't break your hand. After all, you haven't provoked me. But I must warn you, no matter how strong you think you are, there will always be someone stronger. Your mediocre skills are just an appetizer to me."
