Ma Baoli chased Liu Zheng around the yard several times before being stopped by Ma Fuguo.
"Next time you bully me, I'll whip your backside with the Lightning Five-Chain Whip!"
She glared at Liu Zheng, angrily declaring.
Martial arts practitioners can be quite fierce when needed.
"What does it have to do with me? I didn't draw the painting. You need to find Timor Layman; grudges should be settled with their rightful owner."
Liu Zheng argued defiantly.
"Then you're an accomplice!"
Ma Baoli glared at him again, then turned her attention back to the drawing paper.
She looked at the fingerprint for a while, then pressed her index finger on the fingerprint.
"Hmm?!"
A spine-chilling sensation shot from Liu Zheng's tailbone straight to his skull.
He immediately activated full power mode and swiftly grabbed Ma Fuguo, retreating rapidly.
