Lin Xue's kind reminder didn't faze Tang Ming in the slightest; he never took the so-called Qin Family to heart.
After Lin Xue left, Tang Ming and the fatty returned to their classroom to continue classes. On their way back, the fatty curiously asked, "Brother Ming, did you really kill the Qin Family's dog?"
"That dog deserved a beating, even less resilient than its owner, died from one punch!"
Tang Ming nodded and said, "Just like Qin Haitao's pathetic appearance, the beast he raised is no better in character."
"Like father, like son—the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
The fatty made a startling remark.
"Haha, that's spot on."
Tang Ming burst into laughter.
"Seriously though, I've heard that the Qin Family is a formidable Martial Arts Family. You've killed their dog; they won't let this go easily. Why don't you go into hiding for a bit?"
After jesting, the fatty voiced his concerns.
