"I live in a villa!"
"My son is a big boss!"
"My son is a big boss!"
"You all bully me! You all bully me!"
"I'm telling my son!"
"My son! My son! Where are you?!"
Even though Li Xin had traveled across countless mountains and rivers and visited all manner of bizarre secret realms, with knowledge far beyond that of ordinary people, he was still shocked by the scene before him.
Old Mrs. Wu's wailing quickly drew over a man.
He wore a white suit, his boulder-like chest stretching the fabric taut. Though he looked respectable enough, his face radiated a vicious aura, and two bodyguards in black suits followed at his side.
Before long, the two bodyguards dealt with the pus-covered man and the lame old man, tossing them onto the roadside like dead dogs.
The pus-covered man became a pool of slowly writhing rotten pus.
One of the lame old man's good legs was torn off. As if it had a mind of its own, the leg ran into the distance.
"My leg!" The lame old man flailed his arms like oars and chased after it.
"My son, you finally came!" Old Mrs. Wu wept miserably, her filthy hands clutching the suited man's arm. She just kept crying, unable to explain herself.
"Mom, didn't I tell you not to come out and collect trash?" The suited man frowned at the bronze mirror in Old Mrs. Wu's hand.
"This isn't trash, this is..."
"I threw that away!"
Before Old Mrs. Wu could finish, Li Xin stepped forward.
"Do you still want it?" the suited man asked.
"It's mine. Why wouldn't I want it?" Li Xin tugged up the corner of his mouth in a faint smile.
"Then I'll return it to you." The suited man took the bronze