"What did you say?" On hearing Muria's words, the delinquent youth suddenly became furious. He knew that his frequent misuse of his father's name to cause trouble had made many look down on him at heart.
But so far, it was the first time he had encountered someone who dared to say such things to his face, too arrogant. It was simply disrespectful... no, wrong, it was sheer disregard for his father.
"I said you are a waste, is there a problem?" Muria's calm gaze fell on the delinquent youth, and this seemingly ordinary look made the youth unwillingly take a step back.
Because when he met Muria's gaze, he felt a pressure from a higher order of life that made him want to kneel.
"A body not even twenty years old, yet no different from a forty-year-old past his prime, on the decline." Muria's indifferent eyes rested on the delinquent, feeling no emotional fluctuation in his heart. Such trash was not worthy of stirring any emotion in him,