Bei Kuang's gaze fell upon Lin Xiao, filled with contempt, disdain, and even the cold indifference one would show a dead man.
"Kid, what did you say?" Bei Kuang asked in a deep voice.
"I said," Lin Xiao enunciated each word, "that Zhou Chengding must die today. And I'm the one who says so."
Bei Kuang looked at Lin Xiao with a cold, sinister gaze. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"I'm a person, thank you," Lin Xiao replied, unflustered.
Bei Kuang sneered. "I don't care if you're a person or a beast. Today, I, Bei Kuang, will protect Zhou Chengding. I dare you to lay a finger on him."
The words had barely left his lips when Lin Xiao prepared to strike. At that exact moment, however, a middle-aged man standing before the King of the Southern Town suddenly lunged at Zhou Chengding.
