Seeing those three characters, Zhang Dong wanted to smash his phone, but thinking about the value of the phone he held, his arm, already poised to throw, forcibly stopped. He took several deep breaths before his emotions settled a bit.
If the other party had just stolen the stuff and left, Zhang Dong would have accepted it, the other party's skills were too good, and he was willing to admit defeat; if the thief was playing him, hiding his phone and SIM card all over as a prank, he would consider it a jest. But now, the thief even sent a message, though it was only three words, it carried an intense taunting tone, Zhang Dong felt as if he had been slapped in the face and then punched. Clearly, the other party had no intention of stopping, and what Zhang Dong worried about now was whether the thief would come back here, even target him, and do something life-threatening.
