Right after Miyazaki Ling yelled the word "Uncle," the air seemed to freeze in an instant.
The boy standing next to Miyazaki Ling was quaking in his shoes, reaching out to tug on Miyazaki Ling.
The so-called Uncle, his face as dark as if smeared with ink, nodded solemnly, "From the Miyazaki family? Thanks, I heard it loud and clear."
Miyazaki Ling didn't even get a clear look at the person he was speaking to and promptly waved him off, "If you heard it correctly, go to the side, don't bother me, you're so damn annoying, stop wasting my time."
But the next second, a heavy hand rested on his shoulder, Uncle said, "However, I think we need to chat now."
Miyazaki Ling felt a heavy weight on his right shoulder, as if pinned down by a mountain, his legs were a little shaky, he tried to shake it off, but the man's arm didn't move at all, instead, it was him who ended up stumbling and swaying.
He said angrily, "What do we have to chat about?"
