Uncle Zhao Guozhong's injury isn't too serious, just some superficial soft tissue bruises, mainly a swollen face with a bruise.
In the end, the other party didn't go too far with it.
After all, it's a society ruled by law now; even if they act tough and aggressive, there isn't much market for it anymore.
Chen Feng went to the hospital, took a look at Uncle's injuries, and asked directly: "Did you report it to the police?"
"Of course I did." Zhao Guozhong grinned, saying with a laugh.
"What did the police say?" Chen Feng asked again.
Zhao Guozhong chuckled: "Don't worry. Three of them have already been detained. The issue now is how to sentence them heavily; that part is up to you."
Upon hearing this and seeing his expression, Chen Feng realized that his uncle probably got himself beaten up deliberately, intentionally trapping those non-local guys.
This tactic isn't exactly presentable, but Chen Feng knows he's doing it for money, to capture the car wash market.
