The Fate of Those Who Mock Others

Yu Kuohai sat in his seat, staring at Zhao Ritian.

Zhao Ritian still thought he was invisible and silent.

He was utterly arrogant.

"You're such a slovenly, human-faced dog, all puffed up and strutting around like a mutt with a whistle for a brain... and you're supposedly a Patriarch too. Heh. These days, any kind of trash can hold power. What a damn joke."

"The three of them have been sleeping around with each other. I'm telling you, that has everything to do with you! Don't you ever educate them? Haven't you taught them the Five Lectures and Four Beauties? Didn't you tell them not to sleep with other people's wives, to keep a close eye on their own wives, and to inspect their sons carefully when they're born?"

"You, you, you... I don't even know what to say about you anymore!"

"Look at you. Sitting down, you're as tall as a man; standing up, you're as long as a man; lying down, you're wider than a man. Even if someone chopped you in half, you'd still be half a head taller than everyone else... so why didn't your brain grow along with the rest of you?"

Zhao Ritian rubbed his chin. "Oh my, judging by the style of your little group, your son might not even be yours! So whose is he? Old Wang's? Old Li's? Or Old Zhao's?"

"No, wait! If we're analyzing it like that, you might not even have been born from your mother..."

Yu Kuohai could no longer hold it in. He sprang up and smashed a fist into Zhao Ritian's face.

Zhao Ritian had not been on guard at all. He thought he was invisible.

Blood spurted from his nostrils as he was sent flying.

Zhao Ritian crashed down, then sat up in shock