Who Are You Calling Shorty?

Who were you calling a little runt?

When someone stirred up trouble, others naturally joined in.

Locked up beside the second-generation witch was a witch accused of "controlling the weather."

Her hair hung loose and wild, madness gleaming in her eyes. Seeing the second-generation witch taunt Ian, she suddenly laughed. "Little runt suits him perfectly!"

"He really does look like a dwarf!"

The witch's insults were even filthier.

If those two prisoners had insulted anything else, Ian might have simply laughed it off.

But this one had called Ian a little runt.

That truly touched a nerve.

It was like how Ke Jie might laugh off someone saying he was bad at Go, but would get angry if they said he was bad at Teamfight Tactics. In real life, Ian really did get worked up over this sort of thing.

They had indeed struck at an insecurity he had endured for a long time.

Once upon a time, Ian really had been a little runt. He had cared about it too, which was why he now liked maintaining a healthy lifestyle and encouraging his growth. And now this prisoner had actually used "little runt" to humiliate him?

It seemed unrelated to Ian's past insecurity, yet it precisely awakened those memories he had buried. Ian slowly turned around, his dark green pupils glinting in the dim light like blades on a cold night.

The witch was still laughing, certain he would not dare to act.

But the next second, the smile froze on her face.

Ian said nothing. He merely raised a hand and gave a slight curl of his finger.

The witch's long golden-thread robe suddenly shook violently. Then, the entire robe transformed into countless fine golden threads that burrowed into her skin like living snakes.

"Ah—!" she screamed, but