"Mr. Gong, I treated you as my senior and respected you, always behaving properly in front of you. I don't understand, why do you have to make things difficult for me?!"
Yu Sibao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. It wasn't just the blood from his mouth; his head had also been struck with a wine bottle. The assailant was ruthless, the blow nearly 'blooming' his head open, as blood gushed out, turning him into a bloody figure.
The scene in front of him seemed surreal, constantly shaking. Yu Sibao shook his head hard, trying to stand upright.
'Bang bang,' two feet kicked his knees, and the sound that followed seemed like the snapping of bones.
Yu Sibao winced in pain, unable to bear it, and 'thump,' he fell to his knees.
Yes, Yu Sibao admitted that he was a coward, able to get by only because he relied on Han Wangfu.
But Yu Sibao deeply remembered one saying, 'Kneel to Heaven, kneel to Earth, kneel to your parents—what sort of thing is Mr. Gong to kneel to?'
