"Call the police?"
The people from Zhengyi Temple were somewhat surprised.
"Since we can't handle him, we naturally need to find someone who can," Zhou Jin said:
"They've been beaten like this, which is already considered serious injury. A few years in prison is definitely no problem; the matter will naturally be resolved."
Liu Peng's eyes lit up, "Winning without fighting, borrowing others' strength to accomplish one's goals—Brother, your method is brilliant."
Zhou Jin nodded and said flatly:
"I guess that old fellow Zhang Youfu is also like a cornered beast, thinking that using this method can deal with us. We can't let him have his way."
"Brother, what you said is absolutely right!"
"Junior Brother, you handle this. Don't give him any chance; make sure to send him in." Zhou Jin said coldly:
"I wonder what Zhang Youfu will do this time. He's almost halfway to his grave and still wants to fight with me—naive!"
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