"What? You want to beat me up?"
Yang Xiao sneered.
His haughty, contemptuous expression made every one of Yang Zhentian's adopted sons want to fly into a rage.
"Yang Xiao, don't get so cocky! If Father didn't spoil you, what right would you have to boss us around!"
Yang Ying scoffed.
Hearing this, Yang Xiao glanced at him and chuckled. "You're absolutely right. Because Father spoils me, I get to boss you around. But by that same token, how has my father treated all of you? I don't need to spell that out, do I?"
"But how did you treat his son? You had a grand time calling me 'waste' over and over, didn't you? Now, I'm calling you wastes. Why aren't you enjoying it?"
At these words, the expressions of all nine men changed.
