"Who the hell are you? What do you want?"
Zhang Guangzong was just an ordinary second-generation rich boy, so he didn't know what Guan Xi meant by 'cleaning'.
"Do you remember the little girl you hit with your car?"
"That little bastard... AHHHH!"
As soon as the word 'bastard' came out of his mouth, Guan Xi stepped harder on his chest until Zhang Guangzong spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You do remember." Guan Xi narrowed her eyes and smiled. "Mr. Zhang, I'm here to seek justice for them."
Hearing that changed Zhang Guangzong's stance. His body was still in incredible pain but he no longer felt the same fear as before.
Enduring the intense pain in his chest, Zhang Guangzong leveled his enemy with a fierce stare.
"So what if I hit her? They're all orphans. Bastards. I have money so it doesn't matter. Isn't that what they want? More money?" he spat.
"How much money did they pay you? I... I'll give you double... no, I'll give you triple. Let me go and I'll triple the money they give you. And then you're gonna kill them. I want those little bastards dead."
Zhang Guangzong truly was a rich assh*le who thought that he could solve everything with money.
Guan Xi simply smiled at him. "So you think that money can solve everything, Mr. Zhang?"
Zhang Guangzong thought that he had managed to persuade the scary waiter in front of him. He replied proudly, "Of course. Those poor people are useless to the society. They deserve to die. As a matter of fact, everyone at the bottom deserves to die."
Guan Xi listened quietly as he finished his tirade.
"I have to say, Mr. Zhang, I agree with your opinion," she said gently.
"What?"
"You are right. In this society, the rich do whatever they want, and the poor just take what was handed to them. I agree."
Zhang Guangzong's eyes lit up. "Then... are you going to let me go? Three times the money or more! It's up to you."
He struggled to get up, but Guan Xi didn't let up.
Zhang Guangzong looked up and found that the smile on the handsome waiter's face had disappeared.
"You're right. The world is not fair. Rich people who do evil can just trample over the lives of poor people."
Guan Xi leaned forward slightly and smiled coldly at him. "But you know something? That also means that the strong can trample over the lives of the weak. Don't you agree, Mr. Zhang?"
Zhang Guangzong heard the hidden meaning behind those words and trembled in fear. "What... what do you want?"
"The little girl you hit didn't die, so I don't want your life."
Guan Xi lifted her foot from his chest and brought it down to his right arm.
The crisp sound of bones cracking followed by Zhang Guangzong's screams was like music to her ears. She had broken his right arm.
Guan Xi then stepped on his left arm, breaking it as well.
Zhang Guangzong wailed in pain.
"You're lucky that I just stuck with your arms this time. If you dare to cause any more trouble for the orphanage, I promise you, when you see me next, I'll be taking your life."