"Duan Ling Tian, how is it? Are you afraid now?" A trace of mockery was mixed within Duan Ru Lei’s gaze. It was as if he wanted to see Duan Ling Tian’s terrified expression.
"Afraid?" Duan Ling Tian’s gaze focused when faced with Duan Ru Lei’s question, and he smiled indifferently. "Why should I be afraid?"
"Humph!" Duan Ru Lei snorted coldly. "You’re about to die and you still dare be stubborn! Then I’ll make it clear to you: this is my private courtyard house. Including Senior Ku and those three, they’re not members of the Duan Clan, so don’t you think that they’ll give consideration to the fact you’re a Duan Clan direct descendant and show mercy!"
"Therefore, I’ll undoubtedly die today, right?" Duan Ling Tian’s tone was calm. To outsiders, it would seem as if he’d given no thought to life and death and was completely indifferent to it.
"It’s good that you know." Duan Ru Lei’s face had a layer of frost on it as he sneered, "Now, do you regret killing my son?"
