"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
Lu Mingfei swept into the Hunter Internet Cafe from the alley like a howling gale, his iron-grip hand crushing the black Nokia N96—harder than a high-density brick—until it let out a groaning *creak*.
Veins throbbed on his forehead, his expression balanced somewhere between wrath and exasperation, and his eyes were full of deep anxiety.
Chapter 100