"If you have the guts, hit me! Hit me! You're nothing with your loudspeaker, I just won't give way. If you have the nerve, kill me!"
Yu Minglang watched through the binoculars and desperately wanted to shout, "Bring me my shovel!"
But he really couldn't hit them; it would only cause trouble.
"Try communicating one more time. If it doesn't work, send two skilled guys to jump onto his car and drag this guy out!" Yu Minglang ordered.
With his behavior, he's sure to spend a few days in detention once caught; it's totally enough for causing trouble!
While Yu Minglang was discussing strategies, Qian and Fugui were also discussing their plans.
"I'll go borrow a loudspeaker and try to calm him down with soothing techniques." Fugui noticed the road was hard to walk on, and Qian was wearing sandals, so he intended to go himself.
Fugui turned around and took two steps when he suddenly heard an overly excited voice from behind.
"Meiwei! My wife!"
