Jing Yiren's ruthless momentum caused Yue Feng, who had seen many grand events, to shrink his eyes in surprise.
When she slammed down that cup, it was both fierce and ruthless.
If it had been a knife in Jing Yiren's hand, Jiang Duoduo's head would have probably been chopped off.
Jiang Duoduo, intimidated by Jing Yiren's momentum, kept retreating, like a terrified dog, crawling under a police officer's desk.
She was screaming in alarm, fear, and pain.
Covering her wounds subconsciously, with her hands full of blood, Jiang Duoduo wailed and shrieked hysterically.
"Aren't you guys the police? Aren't you going to do anything even when I'm beaten up like this?"
Some of the police officers thought things were getting out of hand and wanted to intervene.
However, they were stopped by a furious roar from Yue Feng.
"Try and approach if you dare!"
Yue Feng's roar kept the police officers rooted to their spot, not daring to move a muscle.
