The well-dressed young man reveled in his self-importance, placing his hands on his hips and laughing triumphantly.
When he cast his gaze downward at the distressed individuals, his expression turned fierce again. "Little brats, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and crawl over to kowtow and apologize to me! Why? Do you really want to go to the government office and end up beaten in jail?"
He continued his barrage of curses, hurling insults like "Poor bastard!" and "Bitch!", his mouth filled with obscenities.
His lackeys, henchmen, and lapdogs crossed their arms, adopting a mocking stance. As expected, master and servant alike were brimming with profanities.
The onlooking commoners, though disheartened, dared only to whisper and discuss softly. None had the courage to stand up and address the injustice. Living at the feet of the Emperor, they knew better than anyone that provoking the rich and powerful was an unwise move.
