Wu Jingguo's expression was extremely poor, and even his breathing had become slightly rapid.
Having not felt genuine anger for quite some time, he now wanted nothing more than to smash his fist into Liu Limin's face.
For years, no one dared to speak to him in such a manner, let alone repeatedly bring up that past humiliation.
Even Wu Jingguo had thought he'd forgotten those past incidents, but when Liu Limin brought them up again and pressed the issue, he realized he wasn't as calm as he appeared.
Deep inside, a fire from the past remained sealed within him. It was usually invisible, but once ignited, it was hard to suppress again.
"Huff..."
Wu Jingguo took a deep breath, his aged eyes fixated on Liu Limin not far away, and spoke deliberately, "Liu, I'll tell you, you won against me back then, true, but in my heart, I have never held an ounce of respect for you."
"You're nothing but a despicable little man."
