Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Huo Chenyu looked at him calmly, “Which hand did you use when you pushed her?”
Zhao Qian forced his neck to stay straight and spat out a word, unwilling to give up, “You…”
Before he could finish his sentence, the boy’s calm voice sounded again,
“Or, did you use both hands?”
Zhao Qian heard the boy’s confusing words and his heart skipped a beat.
“…What do you mean?”
Did he really dare to make a move on him?
Hah.
What a joke!
Zhao Qian straightened his back slightly and threatened with a cold smile, “I suggest you stay calm. You better weigh yourself before trying to stick up for somebody else.”
“Do you know about the mining city in Salt City?”
He raised an eyebrow and grinned, “That belongs to my family.”
“All the big families have their eyes on it and according to the discussions, we’ve decided to hand it over to the Huo family.”
“If you dare to touch me today, do you believe that I’ll stop the collaboration between the Zhao and Huo family?”
Zhao Qian sneered even more, “Isn’t the mining mountain important to Huo Yao?”
“What do you think Head Huo will do if the collaboration stops at a crucial time?”
What would he do?
Huo Chenyu was only lodging under Huo Yao’s roof and penalties would be the tiniest punishments.
Seeing that Huo Chenyu remained silent, Zhao Qian felt even more delighted as he continued, “I only pushed her once. Surely a child won’t affect the collaborations between our families.”
“A wise man submits to circumstances; I believe you should understand this as the successor?”
After Zhao Qian finished threatening him, his lips curved upwards, and he laughed arrogantly.
When he turned around, ready to swagger off, the boy who looked down suddenly pulled a cold smile on his face.
Huo Chenyu stepped to the side and pulled his arm, pressing him on the table without giving him the time to react.
“Argh—!” Zhao Qian screeched uncontrollably.
The young boy looked like he was smiling but he wasn’t as he turned a deaf ear to Zhao Qian’s horror. He stepped onto Zhao Qian’s left hand fiercely and almost fractured all his fingers.
The other classmates there who haven’t left saw the scene and all froze in their spots with soft knees.
After all, they were still young masters who were spoiled and cherished by their families, they haven’t seen cruelty happen in front of them like this.
“Does it hurt?” Huo Chenyu smiled as he tilted his head to the side and asked leisurely.
“…” Perhaps it was because of his smile and idle tone, it was all too terrifying. Zhao Qian’s forehead was drenched in a cold sweat and his lips trembled, but he didn’t dare to say a single word.
Huo Chenyu looked down and stepped on his right hand even stronger, almost crushing his bones.
He asked again, “Does it hurt?”
“Argh—!” Zhao Qian couldn’t hold it back and shrieked miserably, his face was paler than ever.
He crawled on the ground in a mess and stared at him in disbelief, “H-How dare you…”
The boy smiled lightly and cut off his sentence,
“….. She’s only five years old.”
Huo Chenyu looked down at the miserable Zhao Qian who was twitching in pain.
His eyes smiled as he sneered with a coldness that seemed to born naturally with him,
“If you could do it, why do you think that I don’t have the guts to do it?”
He never had a good conscience from the very beginning anyway.
“Since I was a child, Huo Yao taught me that I should either cut the weeds and destroy the root or burn the bones to ashes,” The young boy looked down at the horrified Zhao Qian, smiling lightly, “So next time……”
“It probably won’t be as simple as a pair of hands.”