On the street, under the streetlights.
Duan Shigang and Han Wen Nuan were amazed by Zhang Chi's wise expression.
"Damn it! Is it not your car?" Duan Shigang was shocked.
"How dare you ask for compensation?" Han Wen Nuan was incredulous, "Aren't you afraid of getting caught?"
Zhang Chi listened, totally indifferent, as he was good at making excuses for his bad deeds: "Why didn't that driver watch where he was going? It's lucky he hit the electric scooter today. What if he had hit a person?"
"Besides..." Zhang Chi glanced at the electric scooter on the roadside: "Bloody hell, parking an electric scooter in such a crappy spot, deserves a lesson!"
He picked up the electric scooter and twisted the rearview mirror: "Alright, late at night, the owner may not even know his scooter fell over."
Having done his mischief, Zhang Chi clapped his hands and left.
