"Damn it! Kid, are you looking for death?!"
Jiang Hualiang struggled to get up from the ground, dusted off his clothes, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes. He pointed at Hao Jian and shouted angrily.
This bastard dared hit him right in front of his father! There's no way he could let this go! He must make him pay!
"My life-long pet peeve is when someone points their finger at me..." Seeing Jiang Hualiang pointing at him, the gentle smile on Hao Jian's face instantly vanished. His eyes turned icy cold, and his calm voice carried a tinge of killing intent as it struck Jiang Hualiang like a whip: "If you don't put your hand down right now, don't blame me for being merciless."
As if on instinct, Jiang Hualiang retracted the hand he was pointing with. However, he soon realized what he had done and tried to extend his finger again, only to discover, to his horror, that his hand was no longer responding to his will...
