The short video had already been watched over and over by Ou Lelle.
Li Erpang and Su Xiaosu exchanged glances, their expressions varying.
It seemed that neither of them was particularly interested in the freshly released video.
Moreover,
for Li Erpang, with Yi Lin present, he was too lazy to engage in the fat-wasting endeavor of thinking.
Fat is precious, after all.
Yi Lin took the cell phone from Ou Lelle's hands.
Ou Lelle, through some channel, had intercepted the city's entire monitoring system, so the video file on his phone was the only copy.
The short video began to play in Yi Lin's hands.
Soon after the Red Fox was slapped and sent flying by Li Erpang, the fox was on the ground, spitting blood.
"Huh?"
Yi Lin suddenly let out a light exclamation.
"What is it? What is it?"
As soon as Li Erpang heard Yi Lin's tone, he curiously leaned in.
Yi Lin chuckled, giving Li Erpang a look, "I didn't pay attention before, it turns out you hit Red Fox's chest—"