Lin Ping smiled smugly, "Doesn't this just show my adoptive father's good judgment in choosing me, such a wise and valiant adopted son, to take over the Lion Hall!"
"You bastard... *cough cough*!"
Lin Haifeng struggled to fight back, but as soon as he tried to muster his strength, he was overcome by coughing fits and couldn't exert any force.
A cold glint flashed in Lin Ping's eyes as he stamped his foot hard on the ground, rushed up to Lin Haifeng, grabbed him by the neck, pinned him against the wall, and lifted him up forcefully.
"Adoptive father, don't bother, this is the Soft Bone Powder given to me by a senior from the Witch Clan. For the next three days, you'll be no different from an ordinary person."
Lin Haifeng's face turned beet red, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth; the punch from earlier had severely injured him.
"Lin Ping... The thing I regret most in my life... is that I adopted you... Pah!"