At last, it came to an end.
Both brothers were lying on the ground, their bodies covered in bruises.
"Motherf*cker, you really advanced a lot!" Ji Zhu, the eldest Ji young master groaned and gently massaged the bruises on his face. He continued cursing, "You dare to hit me? I am your big brother. I am your superior. How dare you show disrespect for the elderly and your ancestors!"
Having heard these words, Rui Butong's stomach started to hurt from holding in his laughter: How can you not feel embarrassed when you say that?
"You asshole, I'll beat you to death!" Ji Mo, the second young master of the Ji clan grumbled. He was kneeling on the ground and massaging his bruised butt. He hissed and muttered some more under his breath.
