Before the crowd, Li Kaize naturally couldn't bow his head easily.
At the bottom of society, the struggle is for a bite to eat.
At the top of society, the struggle is for a breath of air.
People like Li Kaize care about face, about vanity. Now, in front of so many of the Lis, how could he lose to a poor boy from the Mainland? How could he, the young master of the Lis, lose to someone so insignificant?
Even if the Wan family stood behind him, so what? The power of the Wan family in Hong Kong was nothing significant, hardly worth mentioning. The Hong Kong Lis wouldn't ignore family ties, would they? Surely they wouldn't side with an outsider?
"Fine." Wan Lin'er sneered, "I really want to see by what right you, Li Kaize, can keep my family out of Hong Kong forever."
"I am a member of the Li clan," Li Kaize declared, slapping his chest, frantic with anger.
Just as their argument was getting heated, someone suddenly shouted, "Mr. Li is here."
Whoosh!
The crowd parted to make way.
