Old Daoist Mo stared in shock. "You!?"
Ming Disha sneered. "Were you driving?"
"Look carefully! I was in the passenger seat!"
"You moved pretty fast."
"Bullshit! Lu Chengwen was driving!"
Ming Disha punched him with a bang. "Who are you calling bullshit? You crashed into my car, and you're saying I'm full of shit?"
Old Daoist Mo covered one eye. "I wasn't driving, are you sick!? Lu Chengwen was driving!"
Ming Disha punched him again. "Who are you calling sick?! You crashed into my car, said I was full of shit, and now you're calling me sick!"
Old Daoist Mo roared, "Are you fucking looking for trouble!? Lu Chengwen crashed the car. He, Long Aotian, Zhao Ritian, the three of them..."
Ming Disha punched him again with a bang. "Who are you cursing at!? You crashed into my car, insulted me, and you think you're in the right!?"
Old Daoist Mo snapped, "I'll fucking kill you!"
Ming Disha punched him again. "You crashed into my car, insulted me, said I was sick, and now you want to hit me!? How can you be such a piece of shit!?"
At that moment, two traffic cops were dealing with the heroic exploits of a whole crowd of lunatics who had stopped a garbage truck, beaten up its driver, and frantically rifled through the trash.
The other one hurried over, frantic. "There's an accident up ahead. Are you two hurt or not? If not, move your cars already!"
Ming Disha pointed at Old Daoist Mo. "He crashed into my car, insulted me, and even tried to hit me!"
The traffic cop took one look. "Both his eyes are blackened, and his nose is bleeding. He hit you?"
Old Daoist Mo was practically crying. "I wasn't driving!"
The dozens of people over there had