Without getting an answer from Qin Shaofeng, Gao Yangfeng instead saw the mocking smile at the corner of Qin Shaofeng's mouth, and his heart instantly flared with rage.
That was right—there was no doubt that faint smile was mockery.
Gao Yangfeng could not tolerate that!
"Gao Yongquan, go teach this brat a lesson. Let him know what kind of situation he's in!" Gao Yangfeng said coldly, with a trace of anger in his voice.
In his eyes, Qin Shaofeng was already a turtle caught in a jar. Even if they exposed themselves, it would not matter, so he directly called out the name of one of the Gao Family's Martial Kings beside him.
"Understood, Patriarch!"
Gao Yongquan nodded, then turned to Qin Shaofeng with an even more sinister grin on his face.
"Kid, don't blame me. If you must blame someone, blame your rotten luck for getting something you shouldn't have!"
With a flash, Gao Yongquan shot forward like a great eagle swooping down. He stretched out a large hand and grabbed directly at Qin Shaofeng.
Gao Yongquan was an expert at the sixth level of the Martial King Realm. Ordinary martial artists—even Martial Kings at the first or second level—would likely find it difficult to evade this grab.
Yet Qin Shaofeng stood there blankly, as though Gao Yongquan's speed was too fast for him to dodge in time.
Seeing this, smug, cold smiles appeared at the corners of Gao Yangfeng and the others' mouths.
Heh, how could a mere Qin Shaofeng possibly evade Gao Yongquan's speed?
But the next moment, what happened left them dumbfounded.
Boom!
With a violent impact, no one knew what had happened. Under Gao Yangfeng and the others' astonished, disbelieving gazes, Gao Yongquan seemed to have been struck head-on by some overwhelming force he could