Chapter 978

The guy freaked out when his phone got snatched, lunging to grab it back, but Tina Burgess was way too quick—he didn't even get close. Tina squinted at the messages on the screen. "Oh? You trying to mess with our Vilma now?" Carl was already shaking beside her. This Tina... does she have a death wish? That guy? Yeah, he's obviously professional. Just as expected, his face darkened and he made a move to get the phone. But Tina? Unfazed. She moved like a pro, dodged clean, and then bam—spun around and kicked. The guy went down like a sack of potatoes, flat out on the ground with a loud thud. Tina rolled her eyes. "Young people these days, huh? Can nap anywhere, anytime." "..." Carl stood there, biting his nails, trembling. Okay, scratch what he said earlier... that guy was trash. Now Carl perked up, full of confidence. "You've got some nerve filming people in public!" He marched over and plopped right down on the guy's back. … Meanwhile, Vilma and Robert were happily browsing shops, grab