Standing in the middle, Ding Xinyuan rolled to the ground, embarrassed as he tumbled away.
Seeing the police so close, he couldn't help but panic.
He wasn't armed, and at this moment he felt it was all over for him.
At this critical moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from the corner, blocking Ding Xinyuan.
"Is it you?"
Seeing the person, Ding Xinyuan's body trembled, his eyes bursting with ecstasy.
"Quick, stop him!"
After speaking, Ding Xinyuan quickly got up and fled, but Han Tiesheng could no longer pursue him.
Because the presence in front of him was filled with a sense of threat, even just standing there, the pressure was immense.
"I don't care who you are, get out of the way!"
Han Tiesheng, handcuffs in his left hand, gun in his right, stood grim-faced in a standoff with the person.
The other wore tight-fitting clothes and a motorcycle helmet, his face indiscernible, but the explosiveness could be felt from his clenched fists.
