Zhou Xiaotong threw back his head and burst into laughter, "Beauty, I think your brain just can't keep up with that pretty shell of yours. Is it an old hag's head? I've already told you twice, I'm the son of the richest man in town, the top young master."
As he spoke, he violently jabbed the ground with his other hand.
"If things were as you say, I would have been executed many times by now. Yes, there are lives on my hands, more than one or two, but what of it?"
"All my dad has to do is spend some money, and I can keep walking the streets with my head held high, so talking like that is just a joke, a huge joke. Don't you all agree?"
He glared around him.
The onlookers were silent as cicadas in winter, instinctively stepping back a few paces.
Zhou Xiaotong chuckled, looking at the sophisticated beauty's livid face, and said menacingly, "But it seems to me that you don't really believe I have that kind of power, no worries, I get it."
"Seeing is believing, after all."
