Zhao Zhongnan, who was just about to press Lin Feng about the whereabouts of the ancient painting, panicked at the news of his son Zhao Shuang getting shot.
"What? Shot? Son, son... how are you? Hurry... call an ambulance!"
Zhao Zhongnan, initially in disbelief, couldn't help but start to scream the moment he saw Zhao Shuang, in agony, clutching his thigh and the blood gushing out.
"Hmph! A gunshot, indeed—that's where it came from! See where you can run to now..."
While Zhao Shuang had been shot, Lin Feng remained unharmed, and thanks to his preparedness, he pinpointed the sniper's approximate location the instant he sensed the bullet, then swiftly dashed toward that building.
"Damn it! Discovered? How did this kid do it? There's no way my shot was off. Why is he fine, and how did he find my location? Danger! Too dangerous! I must escape immediately!"
