Zhao Shijun was so overwhelmed by Chen Feng's aura that he couldn't move a muscle; even his bones within his body emitted a "creak creak" sound as though being crushed, and he glared at Xie Lingling and Chen Feng with fury before getting into his car without looking back and driving away. It wasn't until he had driven a kilometer away that he abruptly stopped the car with a screech in the middle of the main road.
"Chen Feng, I have to make you die to clear the hatred in my heart. And Xie Lingling, you stinking woman, just wait for me. In a month's time, I'll make you kneel before me, Zhao Shijun, and lick my toenails."
Zhao Shijun threw a fierce punch at the windshield of his car, causing a loud "bang!" Though the glass was unharmed, his hand was bleeding profusely. But Zhao Shijun, burning with anger, didn't feel any pain.
