He was doused with liquor, threatened, and grabbed by the hair to be slammed into the bar. Scenarios like this had played out many times with Qin Shuai involved. The difference was that in the past, he had always been the one who was high and mighty, the one enjoying the advantage and humiliating others. But now, he had fallen. The script was familiar, but the roles were reversed.
To think that he, Qin Shuai, the revered Young Master of the Qin family who reigned virtually unchecked throughout Jiangzhou and even the entire Lingnan region, had been bested by a worthless cast-off expelled from his own family? Setting aside whether he could ever get revenge, if word of this got out, his name would be eternally etched on the pillar of shame, a laughingstock for life!
If Ma Yunbin had humiliated him this way, perhaps he could have gritted his teeth and endured it. But Qin Fan? A worthless coward he considered no better than trash was subjecting him to this humiliation?
