When Uncle Tian spoke again, he was struggling to get the words out of his mouth.
"Who are you, exactly?"
Almost immediately, he spat out another mouthful of blood.
He had led his men into hiding all these years, engaging in the occasional yet necessary scuffle. He had never been beaten up to such a pitiful state.
Even his trump card, the treasured pill that had been passed down through generations, couldn't help him at this crucial time.
Uncle Tian had foolishly thought that teaching these two girls a lesson was as easy as crushing a bug under his foot. After all, they were supposed to be sheltered young ladies from rich families, naive and clueless about the ways of the world.
He never imagined that this encounter might prove to be his downfall.
At the very least, he was now certain that the girl before him was no ordinary person.
