Shame was the same as a viper’s bite in that it sent hard to bear pain to the heart, and fear was like an onslaught of chilling stream to the soul. Yao Xinhua once stood at the top of the tallest building in Las Vegas, arrogantly thinking that he was unexcelled in the world. He regarded himself as the leader of the new generation of outstanding young talents and that he was the best among the crème of the crop elites in the world.
At this moment, however, the feeling of shame and humiliation intermingled with dread and fear. His heart was like dead ashes and filled with despair. Only now did he realize that he had been in the bottom of a well looking up at the sky; arrogant and conceited. Tang Xiu was far from what he could deal with.
Cough! Cough… “Just kill me!” Yao Xinhua’s throat was pinched by Tang Xiu. His face was flushed red and he spat out his words with difficulty.
Bam…
