"Don't blame me, blame yourself for being negligent," he indeed got a thick skin and was shameless, even more than I, "to be a hegemone…"
"Stop giving me this bullshit!" I didn't want to hear any of his garbage anymore. I slowly stood up, looked in challenge towards the sky before adding in a cold tone, "trying to use your fake authority to subdue me and make me fail? And you call yourself a man? Come here, let me teach you a lesson!"
"Hahahaha! Lovely little creature, hahahaha! Do you think you can even withstand a wisp of my power? That's hilarious!"
He kept laughing, and I knew I'd be seeking death if he really came. But for a reason, I felt he wouldn't. Or to be more precise, he couldn't.
So what was the use of being cautious of him? He was doing his best to make me fail. So why wouldn't I try and insult him a little? At least such anger in me would vent and get relieved.
