He Qian's face was flushed with anger as he looked at the middle-aged man. He was furious but didn't dare to lash out.
"Trash, total trash, utterly useless. If you had the guts to hit me because I insulted you, I'd actually respect you a bit more. But do you dare? Trash! You're really trash!"
The middle-aged man kept poking his right index finger towards He Qian's face, almost touching it.
Clearly enraged, He Qian finally managed to restrain himself, lacking the courage to strike the middle-aged man.
The difference in strength between the two was too great; acting rashly would only result in being beaten. Even if He Qian wanted to hit the middle-aged man, he had to consider whether he was a match for him.
"Trash, you're all trash! Pah!"
The middle-aged man pointed at Yue Hui, then at Shi Meng, and finally at Xiao Mu.
Like He Qian, Yue Hui and Shi Meng were both too angry to speak.
