"Whoosh! Bang!"
The response Huang Feizhong received was exactly like that. Following, there was a long silence from the other end of the phone where Huang Feihu was, making him really want to hang up, yet he feared this action would further enrage the other party.
Little did he know, on the other end, Huang Feihu was already dumbfounded on the spot, his pant legs soaked as if hit by a shower head, and the teapot in his hand shattered into pieces on the ground.
Clearly, those inexplicable sounds just now were Huang Feihu first spitting out a mouthful of tea, followed by the teapot slipping out of his hand.
For a moment, Huang Feihu was utterly incredulous. On this land of the Northern Border, how could there be someone so reckless to dare kidnap his son?!
Moreover, as a precaution, he had specially sent Pan Jingfu, such a master, to protect him. If the opponent could still succeed under such circumstances, was it not a joke?!
