Mu Yichen sniggered defiantly and sarcastically. "Is this all you have? How pathetic."
While there was irreverence in his smile, it was proud dignity more than anything else.
He looked at them as if they were a few slimy worms struggling inside a drain.
The man was antagonized and sent another slap across his face. "Rascal, you like to act tough, right?! It seems that you haven't suffered enough; does that mean that you won't give in till you face the grim reality?!"
He sent another slap. This time around, his face had become swollen.
Blood could be seen seeping down the corner of his lips.
The boy merely stretched out the tip of his tongue to wipe away the bloodstain slowly, his defiant look never departing from his face.
Suddenly, bracing himself with the strength of both arms, he held his leg high and gave the man's face a ferocious kick.
The man fell to the ground without warning.
