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"I might just be looking at fart."
Feng Lin smiled at Song Xiong.
"You f***ing asking for it!"
Song Xiong was furious and, hearing Feng Lin dare to curse him, kicked out at him.
Feng Lin immediately kicked back, his foot meeting Song Xiong's squarely.
Song Xiong felt a surge of force coming at him.
His body involuntarily fell backward, and with a thud, he crashed to the ground.
"Can't even stand properly, yet you want to hit people?"
Feng Lin asked indifferently.
"Shit! I'll f***ing cripple you!"
Song Xiong quickly got up from the ground and rushed into his house.
A few breaths later, he came at Feng Lin with an iron shovel used for farmwork.
"Song Xiong! What are you doing?"
Just then, a middle-aged woman came out of the house.
She had plenty of white hair on her head, a typical image of a rural woman.
She hurried over and grabbed the iron shovel from Song Xiong's hand.
"Let go! This little bastard is begging for it! Dares to hit me!"
Song Xiong kept tugging.
