The murmuring of the crowd behind him had been filling Li Fuyou's ears, making him feel both furious and utterly humiliated. Even though Li Fuyou held everything in disdain, no one could tolerate such extreme disgrace; from today onwards, he would become the laughingstock of the entire city.
Enraged, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he ground his teeth with an audible gritting sound. Rage blazed in his eyes uncontrollably, like a lion provoked into fury. This deep grudge, this great hatred, he, Li Fuyou, must avenge.
Moments later, he finally calmed down and said, "Amo, find a secluded spot to let me down."
"Yes, young master." Li Fuyou's attendant, Amo, ignored the pointing and gossiping on the streets, and carried Li Fuyou quickly, finally finding a secluded spot to set him down.
Li Fuyou, once set down, grimaced in pain and hissed, "Damn."
