Smashing the glass and the car windows, it was completely broken.

But I didn't smash too much on his car, I just broke the glass, and I didn't smash the body of the car.

I took out the paint bottle and shouted, "I smashed the car! I smashed the car! Come out and see! Dear fellows! I smashed the car!"

Suddenly, from all directions, upstairs and downstairs, many people gathered around to see.

Some of the residents in the community are exercising, some are eating, and some are walking their dogs while walking, while others are taking care of their children, all of them are coming down to see them.

I spray paint: Kill your whole family.

How eye-catching the red paint sprayed on this white car.

How beautiful it is.

Many people pointed and looked around, and I was surrounded by people.

Why haven't the security guard arrived yet? Why haven't the car owner arrived yet?

I shouted: "Smash the car! Come and see and smash the car!"

The residents, uncles, aunts and men pointed and said, "This car deserves to be smashed. It drives here all day long, parks here randomly, and the security guards don't care."

"I heard that the security captain is the owner's cousin."

"No wonder I can come in here and stop."

"Once I took our baby with me, and he drove in and didn't slow down. He rushed over on the accelerator. I argued with him, and he even scolded me."

Some people shouted that they were smashed.

Someone came over and threw the stones over to smash the car for me.

I was so amused and crying, how could this happen?

It seems that the car owner has really offended many people.

"Smash! Keep smashing! Smashing it! It's well smashed." Someone in the crowd cheered me on.

Since everyone supports me so much, if I don’t show my strength, how can I be worthy of the onlookers?

I held the baseball bat and smashed it!

Smash hard.

Someone took the stones to the car.

The car aroused public anger among residents of the community.

The security guard came over and rushed out of the crowd: "Whatever you do."

More than a dozen security guards stopped me and refused to let me continue to smash it. People cursed the security guards, saying why they asked the car to park here, and started scolding the security guards.

A fat young man with a suit top and jeans on the front of the plane approached the car: "My car!"

It looks like this guy is only twenty-three or four years old, very young, just like the second generation of playboys and rich children who don’t learn well. He looks very arrogant. There is no place to be likeable from head to toe.

Just such a guy comes to pursue Helanting. No wonder Helanting hates it. He looks so unemployed, his hair is shiny and he looks like a ruffian. When he gets fat, he still has to wear tight jeans. His little jacket can't hold his upper body, and his belly is almost protruding from the tight shirt inside.
Chapter completed!