"How's that? Simple, right?"
"Here's the deal: as long as you admit that Shrek Academy is nothing but a pile of dog shit, I'll let you go!"
"How's that? Fair, right?"
Yet Qin Ming stood there, expressionless.
Xue Beng was baffled. "What's the matter, monster? You're not giving me face?"
"I gave you your chance today. Don't blame me—if you want to blame someone, blame yourself!"
"Are you kneeling or not?"
The young men around Xue Beng began shouting.
"Kneel!"
"Are you kneeling, or are you going to shout it?"
Qin Ming felt his anger reach its peak. His eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted nothing more than to tear Xue Beng apart, but he couldn't. He couldn't betray the Academy.
After a long while, he silently knelt down.
"Master."
Xue Beng's companions were dissatisfied.
"Too weak. I can't hear you!"
"Can't hear a thing."
"Say it again."
"Again! Again!"
They were so in sync. Who knew how many times they'd done this, how many people they'd tormented for their amusement?
Qin Ming gritted his teeth. Just as he was about to shout—
Xue Beng suddenly cried out in pain.
Clutching his head, Xue Beng yelled, "Who was that? Who dared throw something at me?"
"It was me."
Li Pu still had a pebble in his hand, tossing it up and down, ready to hit him in the head again.
Xue Beng immediately grew frightened and smiled ingratiatingly. "Oh, it's you, Uncle."
A cruel smile slowly spread across Li Pu's lips, making Xue Beng shudder. Even though Li Pu was only a little over ten years old, Xue Beng didn't dare keep calling him Uncle.
"Big brother, don't blame me! This guy came here looking for trouble."
The people beside him chimed in, too.
"Yeah, we know you hate that