While Luther's attention was distracted, Zhang He broke free from his grasp, and then he gave Ling Feng a deep look.
A large part of that look was filled with gratitude; after all, he had been on the verge of taking action just moments before.
Luther examined Ling Feng from head to toe, "Kid, what makes you think you can look down on my Spirit Stone? Everyone knows its value, yet you dare to diminish it to evade your responsibilities to Huaxia's security agency?"
Ling Feng chuckled, "It's really not worth much. I don't know where this bumpkin got such a small piece of Spirit Stone and parades around so smugly, like he's never seen the world!"
Both were communicating through simultaneous interpretation. As soon as Ling Feng stepped forward, the translators backstage immediately broadcast his words.
Upon hearing this, the crowd showed looks of surprise.
