"Fuck! This little shit made us wait for over two hours, Dad! After we grab the painting, I'm definitely going to give him a few harsh kicks to relieve the hatred in my heart!"
Rushing out of the milk tea shop, the Zhao father and son closely followed, with Zhao Shuang eyeing Lin Feng's figure ahead of him and saying viciously. But Zhao Zhongnan realized something was off and furrowed his brow, "Strange! That little shit Lin Feng, he didn't bring the painting with him? Could it be that it's still at Elder Ye's place?"
"Dad! Don't worry about that for now, let's rush up and beat him up first, otherwise I won't be able to swallow this anger."
Touching his belly that was sore from Lin Feng's kick, Zhao Shuang said fiercely. After all, he had practiced martial arts at Qingbei University's martial arts club for a few months and believed that dealing with Lin Feng, a high school student, was no problem at all.
