Hearing them shout abuse, Ning Wangshu laughed.
Then his smile suddenly vanished, and he spoke coolly. "Those of you who just spoke rudely to me, get over here and kneel to apologize right now. Then slap yourselves ten times, hard, across those filthy mouths of yours. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to do it myself!"
"But don't say I didn't warn you: if I do it myself, it won't be as simple as making you slap yourselves ten times!"
"W-what!?"
They could hardly believe they'd heard him right.
They were all direct descendants of Kyoto's most powerful families. Who had ever dared speak to them like this, let alone demand that they kneel and apologize and slap themselves?
And the man in front of them was merely a distant relative of the Xiao family!
The few who had insulted Ning Wangshu moments earlier were so furious they could have burst a blood vessel. They glared at him and shouted, "Who the hell do you think you are, ordering us to kneel and apologize, then slap ourselves?"
"Kid, are you tired of living? Forget being a distant relative of the Xiao family—even if Xiao Wenyan were standing here, he wouldn't dare say that to us!"
"Exactly! You're just some country bumpkin, and you think you can mouth off to us? Do you really have no idea what the word 'death' means?"
Even the woman called Rongrong furrowed her brows.
"A distant relative is still just a distant relative. He really can't read the room at all. He's recklessly showing off, all to win an argument and save face for the moment, without considering whether he can bear the consequences. What a reckless fool!"
She hadn't spoken earlier, but seeing the situation unfold, she couldn't help shaking her head to herself.
While the