Just as he dug twice into the soil, he heard footsteps approaching from behind.
Turning slightly, he saw the Zhou Brothers, who had left earlier, returning. One was holding paper money, and the other was holding a candle.
The faces of the Zhou Brothers looked extremely displeased, their eyes, once red from crying, now flushed with anger.
Lin Shuyou: "I'm sorry, please let me explain."
Zhou Cheng: "Alright, I'm listening..."
Zhou Feng threw down the candle in his hand, rushed forward with quick steps, and aimed a flying kick at Lin Shuyou.
Lin Shuyou sidestepped to avoid it, then instinctively raised a leg to jab Zhou Feng in the waist.
This was a reflex move of a martial artist, but yesterday during the stage performance, carrying a lion on his back greatly restricted him.
It was because of this jab that Zhou Feng's direction changed, his legs plunging deeply into the soft soil pit where the lion's head had just been buried.
