Irama's words were like oil pouring on the fire. Fu Yan and Lu Hanbing exploded from sheer anger.
"Shut up! Who's yours?" Fu Yan roared. His eyes threw daggers at Irama while his body trembled with rage.
Irama, unbothered by the chaos he had unleashed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand slowly. His eyes were fixed on Hirvan's crying face.
"Well, with how you two are behaving, it won't be long though,"
Irama stated calmly. Provoking the two with his words on purpose.
Fu Yan's chest heaved as he glared at Irama, his jaw tight.
While Lu Hanbing, visibly furious, managed to restrain himself. His brown eyes flickered with a dangerous light, but his mind worked quickly to remain somewhat rational.
"Thank you for your reminder. Yes we all know he is kind and had a tendency to blame himself. But I don't think that is the reason behind his words. Right, Hirvan?"