243, bring over my Italian cannon (asking for monthly passes)

The Wenjie M9's height was one meter eighty, and Zhao Jinlong, who was only one meter sixty, had his eyes just about level with the car window. Once the window rolled up with its tinted privacy glass, he instantly couldn't see anything and could only stand outside, furiously pounding on the window.

However, the car's glass was very sturdy, and the power erupted from Zhao Jinlong's almost depleted body couldn't pose any threat.

"Better get out and deal with this!"

Yang Hao originally couldn't bother with this nitpick, but the guy kept knocking endlessly, so he immediately opened the door and got out of the car.

"Damn it, you dare to steal my woman!"

At this point, Zhao Jinlong's eyes were bloodshot. Seeing Yang Hao step out, he immediately charged with his fists swinging.

"Your brain has issues!"

Yang Hao gave the guy a disdainful look, then casually pressed a couple of times, and Zhao Jinlong's whole arm went numb, the kind that he couldn't even lift.

"You..."