Lin Qi planted a foot on Lin Li's head, crushing his face into a filthy puddle by the roadside. He shook his head coldly. "Don't flaunt your strength in front of me. To me, you're nothing but a lowly, insignificant weakling!"
"What baffles me even more is that a weakling like you has no self-awareness at all! Before a strong man like me, who can reap your life whenever I please, you still dare to be so unruly, so proud and overbearing?"
"You think this coachman is laughable? Because he's weak? But he knows reverence, knows gratitude, and knows how to support his family through his own efforts. So early in the morning, he got up and drove a less-than-sturdy packhorse, running about to make a living for the day!"
"And yet a so-called strong man like you, who knows neither his place nor his worth, casually destroys the tool he uses to feed his family, all just to show off your strength? That strength, flimsy as paper, which I can pierce with a single finger? Lin Li, I'm deeply disappointed in you! You're nothing but a mad dog. You're inferior even to the vast majority of commoners in this world!"
"While they work hard, you run around biting people like a mad dog! Other than destruction, what else can you do?"
Grabbing his small cane, Lin Qi unleashed a furious barrage upon Lin Li's backside. Twenty consecutive strikes made Lin Li's whole body convulse, but with his head pinned in the filthy puddle, he could not even scream in agony. The moment he opened his mouth, the foul water reeking of fish and blood would pour straight into it.
Those twenty heavy blows left Lin Li's flesh split and torn, nearly shattering his pelvis.
Lin Qi flicked Lin Li