Listening to Pei Yan's mockery, Little Friedrich's face grew paler and paler, until it finally turned into rage. Enraged, he supported himself on one leg and jumped up, roaring, "It's you! It's all because of you! I'll kill...!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Feiyang, who had regained his strength, swung a baseball bat at his intact knee. With the sound of bones shattering and a scream, Little Friedrich collapsed again. Jiang Feiyang stepped forward, grabbed his hair, and sneered, "Don't be in a hurry. I guarantee you will be the last of your family to die. Before that, we have many things to do."
"Bah!" Little Friedrich spat blood foam on Jiang Feiyang's face and said contemptuously, "Come on, do you expect me to kneel and beg like those spineless wretches? Dream on!"
"Then let's see." Jiang Feiyang sneered sinisterly as he stood up and looked at Peng Lang and Kong Lin, saying, "Help me take him back to the estate."
