Yu Wei's lungs were about to explode with anger. He never imagined Long Fei would be so audacious, even pushing out a child to face him in a confrontation.
As a grown man, how could he possibly fight with a child? If word got out, it would be utterly humiliating.
Yu Wei pointed at Long Fei and cursed, "What do you mean by this? A grown man afraid to face me, letting a child stand up for you instead?"
Others chimed in mockingly, "He's probably too scared, isn't he?"
"That kid must be five or six years old, right?"
"Where'd he find such a son?"
"Couldn't have his own, so probably picked up a stray bastard out there."
Someone spoke ill of Little Kirin, and Long Fei overheard.
This struck Long Fei's nerve. He shot the man a fierce glare, and the man's knees immediately hit the floor with a thud.
With a sickening crack and a shudder across the tiles, blood instantly seeped out to stain the floor.
