"What are you doing! How dare you tamper with the crime scene!!!"
Just as Ye Feng had spit out the grains of sand from his mouth, Su Bo suddenly lunged forward, grabbed Ye Feng by the collar, and pointing at the tire marks on the ground, he shouted fiercely:
"Look at the mess you've made, tampering with the scene is a crime! Men, take this guy away!"
Su Bo's face was malevolent; he had long found this man displeasing, and now that he had caught him red-handed, he was naturally not going to let Ye Feng off lightly.
Ye Feng's gaze turned slightly cold. He had only touched the sand on the tire tracks with his finger, which hardly counted as tampering with the scene, and Su Bo was obviously trying to frame him, which kindled a flicker of anger in Ye Feng's heart.
"Get lost!"
With a slight wave of his arm, Ye Feng sent Su Bo flying three to four meters, stumbling and nearly falling to the ground.