Creating A Stir

"Zhu Clan’s third young master?" Duan Ling Tian’s eyes narrowed into a line when he heard what the young man said. "You’re a member of the Zhu Clan?"

"Exactly. This Young Master’s father is the second master of the Zhu Clan, and the Zhu Clan’s Patriarch is my uncle. How about it, kid? Afraid? If you’re afraid, then hurry up and f**k off!"

Zhu Zhao held his chin high and looked down at Duan Ling Tian with a condescending gaze and a face full of arrogance and complacency.

He didn’t notice, however, that an indistinct smile had appeared on the corners of Duan Ling Tian’s mouth. It was the smile of joy a hunter would make he found his prey.

I’ll give you one more chance, f**k off!" Duan Ling Tian’s eyes went slightly cold, and he directed them straight at Zhu Zhao as he spoke with a tone that had an extra bit of oppressive force.