Lu Zhuangyuan was enraged to hear his son say such defiant remarks even after he had been punished for so long.1

“You, this——!” Lu Zhuangyuan was about to raise the rattan stick to once again swing across Lu Xiucai’s face when Li Huowang, who happened to be passing by, grabbed onto it. 0

Having known Lu Xiucai for a while now, Li Huowang had gotten to understand him to some extent. To the best of his knowledge, this young man had always been rather timid and he would never utter such words. There had to be something wrong here.0

Li Huowang approached to study Lu Xiucai’s upturned figure in front of him. His round, blazing eyes were full of hatred and malicious intent, like a wounded wild beast.1

After having gone through so much, Li Huowang had seen it all. He...0