Chapter 885 Fool

• I kicked Louis Schmidt's stomach and face several times, and he let out a scream.
• Ah ah...
• After about twenty or thirty kicks, Louis Schmidt's face was covered in blood, and his body curled up like a shrimp. The screams gradually weakened, and at this point, I stopped kicking and squatted down again, looking at him, "Louis Schmidt, you dare to snatch food from my mouth. This time, I'll make you pay back with interest."