A Yu Family young master, Yu Hong, who was also an exceptionally strong Great Grandmaster of ancient martial arts, was now a blubbering mess, clinging onto Huang Xiaolong's thighs, ceaselessly pleading for mercy, much like some wretched creature begging his own master for grace.
Stunned, dazed, and utterly bewildered...
Everyone in the private room was vigorously rubbing their eyes, almost as if they were trying to burst them, just to clearly see whether the scene before them was real, or perhaps a cruel joke, an illusionary dream.
"Alright, stop your sniveling in front of me," Huang Xiaolong said with a smile. "Stand up."
