After hearing Lin Feng's words, Mr. Qin lowered his head slightly, staying silent for a long time, his gaze flickering slightly, and then he looked up once more, feigning calm as he said, "I don't care about those things, I'm asking you one more time, are you coming with me for a race or not!"
"Not going!" Lin Feng lost interest and turned to head back into the room.
"Hmph, you're on my turf now; you've got no choice!" Mr. Qin snorted coldly and rushed up to grab Lin Feng's shoulder, intending to force the issue.
A teasing smile hooked at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth, he didn't even turn around, just sidestepped slightly and then stuck out his foot to trip Mr. Qin, who immediately fell to the ground, landing face-first.
"You..." Mr. Qin, having lost face, was instantly furious, he scrambled to his feet, picked up a flower shovel from the wall, pointed it at Lin Feng and said, "You've disrupted our competition, you crossed the line first, are you going with me or not!"