101, how big of a misunderstanding is it!?_1

Ren He crouched down and pondered for a moment before saying, "I think there might be some misunderstanding between us...?"

Misunderstanding my ass, Lin Hao almost wanted to jump up and curse in the street. Out of nowhere, you first knock me down, then smash my telescope, and puncture my tires. Who did I provoke, huh? Just tell me, what kind of misunderstanding could we possibly have?!

Don't you think you're going too far?!

This was the second time Lin Hao had been bested by a middle schooler. The feeling was a sour kind of ecstasy, but it was just these two encounters that made him fully realize this middle schooler was no ordinary kid.

Even if a professional athlete with top physical quality could beat me? That's just impossible, and yet, Ren He did it.

This was absolutely not something that could be achieved with mere physical fitness and muscle strength. There's a saying, "Every craft has its master," and what Lin Hao had mastered from the age of 18 to 26 was how to kill.