Chu Yang nodded and looked at Shao Long, who was crying to his father on the phone.
"Dad, I'm being beaten to death! Right here at Hongxing KTV! Call as many people as possible right now! Who is it? Some bastard named Chu Yang, I know nothing about his background..."
After hanging up the phone, Shao Long spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, glared at Chu Yang, and said viciously, "Do you know who my father is? You're dead this time, Chu! Even the King of Heaven himself can't save you!"
"Really?" Chu Yang rushed over and gave him a big nose roll.
Shao Long winced in pain, covering his face and daring not to make a sound.
All the hatred was buried in his heart, waiting to erupt the moment his father arrived, to be repaid tenfold.
At this moment, the KTV manager arrived with his men. Both sides were young masters and playboys he couldn't afford to offend. Upon learning that Chu Yang had called the police and Shao Long had called his father, he knew that things were about to escalate.
Left with no other choice, they called everyone into a large private room and had someone treat Shao Long's injuries.
Another ten minutes passed, and a team of police officers pushed open the door and entered. Captain Zeng glanced around and his gaze fell on Shao Long, whose face was bruised and swollen.
"Did you call the police?"
Just as Shao Long was about to speak, Chu Yang stepped forward from the crowd: "Officer, it was me who reported it!"
Captain Zeng asked in confusion, "Then who hit this person?"
Chu Yang smiled slightly: "I did the calling."
Captain Zeng was a little confused: "You hit someone, and then called the police? You're just bored and want to go to jail, huh?"
He had seen plenty of cases where the wicked accused the first, but this was the first time he had ever seen a wicked person accuse themselves.
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