Xu Jing rubbed her slightly swollen hand, feeling a surge of anger within her.
"Wang Hao, you just wait, this isn't over!"
Just as Xu Jing was swearing to the heavens, her walkie-talkie suddenly crackled to life, reporting a police call from Antique Street.
After hearing this, she didn't linger any longer and sprinted towards Antique Street with the speed of a 100-meter dash.
At this time, in front of an antique shop, a huge crowd had already gathered. Every now and then, screams like those of a pig being slaughtered could be heard coming from inside.
The shop owner and his two helpers, along with a large wolfhound, were lying on the ground wailing pitifully.
Wang Hao, on the other hand, was holding a priceless blue and white porcelain vase in his left hand and Xu Qingteng's ink painting in his right, spitting out a lecture to the shop owner and his men on "how to be good human beings and run a business with integrity."
